|Paxton the Wonder Dog|
Yep, there he is. Paxton. And he's a good boy. Just ask him. Well don't ask him, that'd be silly, he can't talk. But if he could talk he'd tell you what a good boy he is because he hears it two to three hundred times a day, every day, from his mom and dad. However...
Paxton, formally Prince Paxton McBarky Paws, is not allowed on the bed. He only has three major rules to follow. One, don't chase our cats. Two, come when we call you. And three, do NOT get on the bed. And while we're at home he is such a good boy. Oh, that's a good boy. Yes you are! But invariably...every day...after work...it is discovered that he has been in the bed. This is evidenced by any given one, two or three of his toys being thoughtlessly left on the bed (he is a dog after all and not an evidence hiding savant). Well, the wife and I never really concerned ourselves with this. It was kind of cute in a way. He had his little secret and we played along.
That was until this morning.
This morning I woke up at 4AM wheezing and sneezing. You see, this blogger has seasonal allergies. Seasonal allergies with a particular penchant toward Oak…of which we have a giant tree in our back yard…where Paxton, the best dog in the universe, loves to gallivant around, frolicking…and soaking up all of the things his pops is allergic to. All of a sudden his innocent little day time indulgences in his master’s bed aren’t so innocent. Now people are suffering! (mainly me) I will admit that waking up at 4AM is not the end of the world, I’ve done it quite a few times over the last couple weeks actually, but when I don’t get back to sleep, like today, that’s the when the dog loses his bedroom privileges. When I’m up and showering for work three FULL hours earlier than usual, that is indeed when the dog loses his bedroom privileges.
So…sorry Prince Paxton McBarky Paws you’ll have to get used to playing with your toys on a different piece of furniture from here on out. But you’re still a good boy. Oh, yes you are!
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