Bossy Dog

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So, Lincoln, my beautiful Australian Shepherd has finally trained me. Yep. I have wood floors so he has learned how to use them against me.

In a previous house I had a light that would come on in the closet when you walked in, but this house.... no, the floors are his new megaphone.

In the other house when he wanted me to get up he'd walk into the closet, the light would come on and then I'd wake up. If I didn't wake up, he'd wait and do it again.

Lately he has become very bossy! My schedule is quite strange and he's not really used to it. He used to eat at the same time every morning and evening and we had a regular routine. He doesn't like change so anytime thing change he would leaves me "notes" that he is unhappy.

For example: One time I was gone longer than he thought I should be so he unrolled the toilet paper all the way into the living room without tearing one sheet! Yes, he did,

Now that my schedule is different he thinks he should "manage" my time. Shepherds are natural leaders (AKA Bossy). Today was rough. I got up early, so he wanted to eat, then I left for a while, when I came back , he wanted to eat. How do I know? Well, I laid down to rest for a bit and he started tapping on the floor with his feet rapidly so it would wake me up. I said, " What?" He headed for the kitchen. So, like an obedient master (?) I fed him. I laid back down again and he promptly let me know that he needed to go out and that he wanted to be fed again because he had been fed so early in the morning. And they say "dogs can't talk". You have not met Lincoln.

Bossy dog or not, I love him with all of my heart, but when you see him tell him to "PLEASE let the woman sleep!"

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