Mum is making me practice self-discipline. Those of you who have known me a while will be aware that I do know all the basic obedience commands. I know some more advanced ones too. You will also be aware that I pick and choose when I actually take any notice. In my case it\u2019s more mutual agreement than obedience. Anyway, Mum is being mean. She has told me that my independent streak is causing one or two issues around the house and I need to curb them. What a spoilsport. Has she stopped Ari from taking food off the work surfaces in the kitchen? Has she stopped Shadow from howling when she\u2019s been left out? I don\u2019t think so. It just isn\u2019t fair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are not going to believe this, but firstly I have to go back to bed in a morning and wait for Mum to be ready to get up. What if she doesn\u2019t wake up? Can\u2019t a girl bark to make sure she knows it\u2019s time? Apparently not! Not if that girl wants to get any breakfast. By the time Mum decides she\u2019s ready I\u2019m almost bursting with the pent up bark that I\u2019ve been holding in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Secondly, and this is where it gets really bad, she is being very very cruel to me at mealtimes. I have to sit politely and quietly while she puts my food in my bowl. I have to carry on sitting politely and quietly looking at my food until Mum says it\u2019s ok for me to have it. Can you imagine? To be fair I cannot control the drooling. There is absolutely nothing I can do about that. Sitting looking at my food bowl, full of food, and having to wait for Mum to say it\u2019s ok for me to move is killing me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019re still discussing whether it\u2019s ok for me to bark while she\u2019s on the phone. Mum has said it isn\u2019t and I\u2019ve said it is. One of us will win this one. Judging by the other things, I fear it may not be me, but I\u2019ll give it my best shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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