She shat the bed to express her disapproval
Reminds me of this...
So when my wife and I got our first pug, Tug, the one with the nickname
"Muscle Boy", he was pretty spoiled.
On weekends Tug had our undivided attention pretty much the entire time that he was awake.
On work days, we would wake up early and take Tug for a nice walk. He would be left alone for the morning and I would come home for lunch to let him out and hang out with him for a few minutes. Then we would rush home from work and spend the entire evening with him.
Day after day, week after week, for months, Tug was the centre of attention. Walks and playing and walks and playing....until bedtime.
Then, one day, we made plans to go pick up his little sister, Mopsy (same parents, next litter). We had picked her out a few weeks before. Tug came with us when we did that. But we decided to leave him at home when we went to pick up Mopsy to take her home.
So we got home from work, fed Tug, took him for a walk.....and left. Without him.
The breeder is about an hour and a half away. We were probably gone for close to 4 hours. During playtime. Tug's time.
Not cool.
So when we got home, we went inside and Tug was as excited as ever. Running around like crazy, very happy and excited. When he saw that I was carrying a puppy, he stopped in his tracks and stood very still and very silent, and stared at her. I said something like
"Tug, this is your little sister." and put her down on the floor. His tail wagged and he sniffed her and walked around her and was very curious and very happy. He approved. From the first day to the last, he was the best big brother Mopsy could have ever hoped for.
We had a long evening of playtime and bonding time. Eventually, it was time to go to bed.
Mopsy had to be confined to the kitchen since she still needed to be puppy trained (and it was all vinyl linoleum flooring), but Tug had free run of the house. So Tug followed us upstairs. When I went into our bedroom, I saw he had left a surprise for me at some point in the evening. In the middle of my pillow....dead centre....was a small, single piece of poop. I bet he really had to squeeze hard to get it out. I saw it and said
"Tug, did you do that?" Obviously I knew it was him. He looked at me with concern. He was not used to getting in trouble. I laughed and told my wife to take a look and said
"I guess I know how Tug feels about being left alone in the evening!" or something like that. When Tug heard me laugh he got so excited and his tail wagged as fast as ever.
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