Well I promised I would follow up on my previous post I wrote just over a week ago about the Dogs on furniture.

I had decided that the Doggie Monsters were simply becoming too used to more or less living off the ground and on the furniture. Not to mention the extra work involved in scooping up the mountains of Dog hairs that seem to get sucked down the sides of the sofa like some kind of Dog hair magnet.

So to recap the new regime was to be as follows:

• No dogs on the sofa
• No dogs on the bed
• No dogs upstairs
• and finally no more having it all their own way!

So how did it go?

Surprisingly well if I am honest. The girls responded very well to the new rules. When they tried to get on the sofa a stern “down” was all it took for them to remove their big naughty paws and go and look for something at ground level to leave their Dog hair with.

Jet the puppy and her Mum Daisy were the quickest to respond to the new rules and after two days neither of them has tried to get back on the sofa at all. Faye,  the much bolder of the three took a while longer and she still gives a wistful look at the sofa on ocassion, but apart from one lapse when I found her on the sofa after a Doggie conspiracy took place she has responded remarkably well.

Now, um, ahem, I have a slight confession. My intentions were good, honest.

I began the new no upstairs regime and it worked really well.

No more waking up being squashed by three dogs all trying to get the best spot on the bed. They were fine sleeping downstairs and didn’t mind at all. I thought it would be more of a problem than it was. Maybe I don’t give them enough credit at times. They actually took to the new rules really well. Maybe I will get them a nice Dog present as a reward, as long as it is nothing that sqeaks! It can drive me bonkers after a while!

The, um, problem was that I kind of missed it! I realised that I liked waking up in the morning to see the girls all happy and excited and looking forward to greeting the world with a quick bark when they were let out. It didn’t seem the same with them not there. I even missed Jet (who still thinks she is a Cat) sneaking under the covers and trying to make herself as small as possible so no one will know she is there (yeah, right).

So, no telling me off for failing in my mission. The rules that I decided I wanted to enforce are still in place and those that I felt didn’t suit are out the window. This is real life after all and whatever makes us happy has got to be good. At least the sofa has been reclaimed and I can just go back to Dog hairs all over the house but at least the sofa is hair free.

Faye, FAYE. Get off the sofa.
Just joking!!!

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