Normally, Scott is in charge of most of the dog activities. We may do a few walks, and all the nighttime stuff, but running around our yard, that’s on him. When he isn’t here, the dogs still expect their zoom time. I know I’m not as fun, but I did my best.

I know that when Lulu was a puppy, we let her on the couch with us, hell, we pulled a mattress down in front of the fireplace for her to lay with the kids when they were sick. When she got older, she only got on the couch when she was really scared, like a smoke detector was beeping, or a balloon was in the house. Day to day, she wasn’t allowed. Deebo LOVES the couch. He’s almost outgrown the chair, but the couch is still roomy enough. I don’t know if I can make him a floor only dog. That face won’t allow it.

Deebo bugs the ever-lovin’ shit out of Fergie. Occasionally I will look over and he will be trying to sit on her head and she is side-eyeing me like, seriously?!?!? But then, she will instigate playing with him, even though she knows that there are gonna be some hard times. She wins some, too. Fergie still likes her own space.Every once in awhile, while she is sleeping real hard, he’ll sneak up there and just lay down next to her without trying to chew on her ears. She knows, and allows it to happen.
It’s in those few moments, I think they might be ok.