And the dog won.
I was upstairs and Harvey was barking as he has been almost non-stop since I came home from the cafe. I had had enough. I stormed downstairs and shouted, 'Right, you are going out now whether you want to or not!'
He didn't want to. I got behind him and pushed; he leaned back against me. I snarled, 'Go on, get out.'
He said, 'No, I'm not going,' and pushed back.
Then he sat down.
And that was that. The end of the fight.
I might have lost the battle but I haven't lost the war. Yet.
6 comments:
You gave me a good laugh. Now it's time for bed.
ROTFL! You might as well give it up, Liz. The dog always wins. :)
Good grief. I have a dog like that!
You can't win them all Liz. I guess you have to pick and choose your battles with him. Better luck next time.
Go Harvey!
Seems ol' Harvs has a bit of fight left in him yet!
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