The Chair Stealer

Due to all the hits this blog has been getting, and I hardly post here anymore, I've decided to do more "Dawg blogs."

Really?  Wtf, Bennie.  Lately, he's been doing this song and dance.  I get up to get coffee/wine/beer, and he hops up to wherever I am sitting and holds court.

"Even Caesar Chavis wouldn't understood your dog, dude," a friend said to me.
"I think you mean Caesar Milan, but agreed."

It's not a dominence thing, though Ben and I have struggled with that gig for years, the two of us bickering back and forth more like an old married couple, not dog owner and dog.

"Shut the fuck up, Ben, you're not getting another carrot," I retorted last night as he, very much like a small, spoiled child would do, lay on the floor throwing a tantrum and whining for one while JJ and I were TRYING to watch Northern Exposure.  

And he's relentless about this chair stealing song and dance.  Is it a fad, a phase?  Sigh.  More soon.