Our mutt Cleo had a complex when she was little and thought that she was too cute to walk. While this may be mostly true, she ended up being carried everywhere and has developed the notion that she should always be carried, held, and sitting on something warm.
This started out okay when she was little more than a fluff ball with a tail. But then she grew. And grew. And grew. Now she is a fully grown, two year old husky sheep dog mix, and she doesn’t understand simple concepts like weight.
It’s a common trick for us to show new people who come around what a big rag doll she is. We flip her around, pick her up by the four legs, carry her baby style, and we even fireman carry her. But one thing she doesn’t understand is she is heavy.
Riding in the front seat of Vanessa’s car is a dangerous game, because Cleo grew up thinking it was her seat, and she will steal it every opportunity she gets; whether you’re sitting there or not.
She will jump on you when you’re sitting on the couch, and she especially likes to walk on you when you’re sitting on the ground. This summer Ryan and I were sitting on the grass enjoying the ocean when Cleo came up behind us, stuck her nose in between our shoulders, and managed to wiggle herself in between our legs to lie down.
She will also do this in bed. No matter what, she is going to sleep on the bed because she’s spoiled rotten.
Also, she has a weird undergarment stealing fetish. She might be a pervert.
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