The Little Pack

Sometimes I am convinced that Cheyenne lives solely to torture me. Tonight was one such evening. She smashed the cat out of boredom, pawed at me obsessively and actively failed to listen to me. She seems to have worn herself out and is now curled up in the smallest ball, head on a pillow, feet and legs tangled together, snoozing away. I’m betting that when it is time to go bed, she will pretend she doesn’t hear me. She will then roll over when I walk up to her as if it is some sort of punishment to sprawl out on a pillow-topped king sized bed with her own afghan. She tries this almost daily. As if we would ever give her free range of the house all night long. I can only imagine the trouble she would get herself into. So I will have 2 options: 1. Put her on a leash, yes, inside the house, and literally walk her to the bedroom, or, 2. Pick her up and carry her. Oh, the games that Shoo Shys play.

Tags: Cheyenne, naughty, non-listening, obedience

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