Happy Halloween from Petey - NOT

Petey does not like Halloween. He does not like people knocking on the door and he does not like little people. The two of those combined sends him into a real tizzy. He's probably scarred some children for life!

Petey's Favorite Room

I think the laundry room is beginning to be Petey's favorite room. That is where all the best stuff is kept - treats, wrapping paper, and warm clothes. That is where that fabulous machine is that heats up the clothes so they are perfect to wriggle down in, especially in cool weather.

Petey knows the sound of the buzzer the dryer makes when it is finished. He'll follow me in to the laundry room while I gather the dry clothes from the dryer. He wants to see where I put them so he can snuggle in them before I put them away. Needless to say I don't really want Petey shedding little white hair all in the fresh laundry, so getting the dry clothes from the dryer and put away is becoming a challenge!!

BTW, if you are keeping score in the Snuggi Wars, Petey is winning. I don't have an exact score but it is something like Petey 487,291 Lori 1.

Petey the Tattle Tale

Petey has gone back to his persnickety way of eating. I doubt he's eaten a full bowl of food in three days. We've run through the litany of tricks we have to get him to eat, but to no avail.

Yesterday while I was in the laundry room, doing laundry, Petey came in and insisted on a treat. He would jump on me and run to his treat bag and look at it since it is on a shelf too high for him to get himself. As has already been discussed in this blog, Petey is quite persistent. I wasn't able to concentrate on the laundry with all of the activity around my legs. I really did not want to give him a treat because he hadn't eaten. In my mind, it was like giving a child dessert, when they haven't eaten dinner in three days.

But because I needed to get him to go away, I gave him a treat that was not his favorite bacon treat. In fact, the last time I'd offered him one, he turned it down. He took the treat and trotted off. I figured I'd find it in the house someplace later, but picking up an uneaten treat was a small price to pay to finish the clothes.

Some time later I was back in the laundry room and Petey came in again demanding a treat. I offered him the lesser treat again, thinking he might not fall for it twice, but he took it and trotted off again. This time I decided to follow him so that I would know where to find the uneaten treats later. Much to my surprise Petey was eating the treat, and I found no evidence of the first one. It had been eaten as well.

I told John of Petey's ruse, and we chuckled at how clever he was and went on.

Later, I decided to reward myself with a nice hot bath. We have a garden tub in our master bathroom that will easily fit two adults. It is built up from the floor, so that you have to go up a step to get in it. I was alone in the tub, but taking up the whole space because I was laying in the water with only my face showing and that was only because I needed to keep breathing.

I was enjoying my time of relaxation when felt some one staring at me. I opened my eyes to see Petey staring at me. He had climbed up the step so that his back paws were on the top of the step and his front paws were on the edge of the tub. I explained to Petey that I was fine, since he doesn't like water (baths, pools, etc.) and sent him on his way. He left but came back about every 20 seconds until the calm serenity of the bath was destroyed and I got out.

I dressed and followed Petey in to the living room where I found John enjoying his man type relaxation. He was in the recliner switching the TV between NASCAR and Alabama football. I asked what he'd done to Petey. He said he refused to give him a treat..

This was apparently such a serious offense to the poor dog, that he had to come tattle on him. He didn't get a treat out of me either, but he got us back. He peed in the floor last night.

Snuggie Wars - Battle I

I put the Snuggi on the loveseat in the living room, since none of us usually sits there. John has the recliner, I have one end of the couch and Petey has five other places he has claimed:

• jammed up with John in the recliner
• right up against me on the couch
• a bed by the fireplace
• a bed by the recliner
• the opposite end of the couch from me

So...John & I went out for a couple of hours last night. When we got home, it appeared that the snuggi had been mushed down where someone might have curled up on it. I didn't investigate however, I gave Petey the benefit of the doubt. Then this morning, as I walked in to the living room, I heard him jump down from someplace, but I didn't get to the doorway in time to see. I could only surmise by his position in the room that he'd jumped off the loveseat. I gave him the eye, but didn't say anything.

Apparently, these are the wrong tactics. Petey is on the snuggi right now. I told him that it was mine and not his. He raised his head and looked at me, then put it back down, while keeping his eyes on me. I think he was saying that possession is 9/10 of the law.

Score:
Lori 1 - Petey 1

Let The Snuggi Wars Begin!

It has been cold enough, long enough here, that I decided today was the day to get the Snuggi out. I explained to Petey that it was mine and not his, but since he rarely listens, I've already had to take drastic action. I buried Petey under a pile of blankets on the couch, then I snuck the Snuggi from the closet. We'll see how long it takes him to stake his claim. This is one battle I am not giving up!!