Finn, our spoiled fur baby

Until I get some grandkids to prattle on and on about, you're stuck having to hear my tales about our furry children. Finn has become way too accustomed to sleeping on the bed with us since the first of the year. Even though we've provided a lovely kennel with memory foam padding, a separate plush dog bed next to his terrier buddy Pepper as well as a nice dog bed beneath our bed because he enjoys lounging under there frequently, none of it is worthy at bedtime. Oh sure, the rotten little toad starts out in one of these three locations. But once the lights are turned off and we settle down to sleep, he starts in with the whining and rearing up on the side of the bed to make his case. Namely, he directs his plaintive cries at the weak-willed husband's side of the bed.

It's like when the girls were young. Sometimes I had to let them fuss a bit to get accustomed to our expectations and way of doing things. I always considered it the sign of a good parent to train them in the way I planned to proceed rather than have them thinking they're calling the shots to get me trained. Of course, I was usually the one laying down the law and following through, not their daddy. Little man Finn quickly realized his whining and complaining would get him nowhere with me... just like the girls. So what did the wily little pup do? He promptly moved over to the pushover's side of the bed to get his way. Sounds familiar, doesn't it. All it took was a little fussing to get placed on the bed, his preferred sleeping spot. It's not that Finn's a bad bedfellow. He curls into a doughnut and is down for the count. It's the principle of the thing that the husband caved to the dog's demands. God help our girls when the grandchildren finally do come along and Da (the husband) gets left in charge occasionally.

With all of the rain we've had this spring, I purchased new toys to keep the doggos entertained while indoors. Their favorites are the super squeaky rubber chickens I found online. The annoying noises they make when squeezed have the dog's eyes rolling back in their heads in delight. With no fluff filled innards, Finn can chew all he wants without destroying them. He likes to bark at me when I don't throw the chicken toy for a game of fetch quick enough to suit him. Further proof of spoiling right there, y'all. I swear it's probably the best money I've spent on doggy babysitting since we got the little beast.

We've noticed that Finn will often watch the TV even though it's on the wall above the fireplace. Recently he discovered the ceiling fan in the family room, so his latest trick is watching it spin. I have no idea why he finds this so fascinating, but there you have it.