One of our rules around this house is that it’s never the dogs fault, even if it really is their fault.
Some of us in this house have a harder time understanding that rule than others.
I am really the only one who fully understands the rule, but I have not given up hope that one day the others will follow suit.
Usually, the kids have more of problem with this rule than the adults.
If Leroy knocks a full glass of milk over with his tail, it is certainly not his fault. The person who is at fault is the one who thought their milk was safe sitting on a table in reach of a Newf tail.
If one of the dogs come in with muddy paws and proceeds to lay on the couch with these muddy paws, it is not their fault that they just got my couch all muddy, it’s the paw wipers fault that they didn’t do a good enough job, or it’s the landscapers fault, because there’s mud in my yard.
Anyway, we had another good example of someone trying to break the rule this weekend and blame the dog for something that was obviously not their fault.
That said person was me, and I got called out on it, but before you judge, hear my story.
Every night before I go to bed I make my rounds.
I check to make sure everyone is nestled all snug in their beds and I give them one last kiss goodnight.
It’s usually not an issue because by the time I get to bed everyone is well into their second dream in their designated sleeping areas.
I know their sleeping areas so well I am fully comfortable enough to walk through the house with all the lights off as I make rounds.
Gracie’s in her room. Bobby’s in his room. The husband’s is in our room. Leroy’s sleeping on the couch downstairs, Plungers sleeping on the couch in the front room, and Sherman’s sleeping by the bedroom door waiting for me to finally get to bed.
However, when of the above mentioned subjects decides to abruptly change his sleeping area without consulting with me first, well that can be a problem.
Because when a subject changes his sleeping area and I’m walking through the dark NOT expecting a 130 pound Newf to be in my path , 100% percent of the time I am going to trip over that subject and fall flat on my face.
Such is the case when Sherman changed his sleeping position Friday night. Of course I tripped and fell on him because he wasn’t suppose to be there.
I was walking through the family room hallway and the next thing I knew I was laying flat on my face.
The fast asleep husband came out of his sleeping quarters as I was putting myself back together again and asked what happened.
“I tripped over Sherman. He’s not laying where he usually does.” I said
“It sounded like a plane crashed through the house. Is he o.k.?” he asked
“He’s fine AND so am I, thanks for asking.” I sourly responded.
“It’s not his fault, you shouldn’t be walking around the house in the dark.” my husband said. “You could really hurt one of the dogs that way.” he added.
He’s got it and he called me out on my own rule and didn’t even know it.
I. Love. That. Man.
And it’s my fault.
I’ll leave the lights on from now on.
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