Oscar is just a tad spoiled. I never mean to spoil my pets. Boots, being a cat, is so independent that I don’t think he’s spoiled. When I leave the room, he looks at me like . . I’m glad you’re leaving. You bug me! When I leave the room and Oscar’s in there, it’s like “Wait for me! I’m going wherever you’re going.”
I’ve been putting him in the crate downstairs when I go upstairs. I feel like there’s a good chance of him escaping if someone comes to the door, or I open the door to retrieve a package. Also, when I’m upstairs working, because I have all my grain type foods downstairs and a freezer and fridge downstairs, it doesn’t matter how much planning I do, I always have to make several trips downstairs to get things I need. I don’t want to carry Oscar back and forth down the stairs and I don’t want him running up and down them. If I go down, he’s going with me.
When we do sit down to eat, I don’t want him off exploring while we’re eating and I don’t want to have to interrupt my meal a dozen times to see what he’s doing so . . the crate for an hour or so each day isn’t going to hurt him.
For a while, when I would go upstairs to do food prep, Vince would go downstairs and sit with Oscar. Yes, that’s spoiled. Now, if I’m upstairs, the only way to keep Oscar downstairs is if he’s in the crate . . whether Vince is with him or not. But, in the crate, he barks. He howls, he squeals, he is NOT happy.
Sometimes Vince will bring him upstairs to visit with me if I’ve been up there for a while. Oscar has learned that there’s a little indention at the bottom of the cabinets so wherever I’m standing, he wedges himself between my feet and that indention and Vince can’t get him, or, Vince knows not to try to get him. I move, Oscar moves. He’s truly like a little appendage. He knows if he goes out into the open, Vince is likely to grab him and take him back downstairs.
I told Vince this morning . . the only solution I see is that (1) Vince take over the cooking or (2) We order takeout or have meals delivered. Thanks, Oscar! You may have just found a way for me to have more cross stitching time.
…These little dogs are so very determined. For the most part, Bugsy is happy with either of us but if I go upstairs, he beats me there. it’s only 3 steps so it’s not a long stretch of stairs which wouldn’t be good.
They sure do make life interesting!
Aren’t they just so funny?
Cindy F says
It’s funny the things they do to try and outsmart us! I had to laugh at the image of him tucking himself under the cabinet!