*In the next series of posts, I'll be providing insights as to the discipline and training situation in our family. Or lack of discipline...*
There's no real "Enforcer" in our family. I think we'd all like to say that we are, but let's be honest. Can you always practice tough love with something that outrageously adorable? Yet it's very interesting to see how we each handle Hobbes misbehavior in our individual way.
Let's start with Mom. She's the one who's developed a reputation. Sort of.
Hobbes and Dad have developed a nightly ritual. Dad goes in to bed around 10:30, and about 10:40, Hobbes bursts into my parent's bedroom, demanding attention. Since Dad isn't asleep yet, he brings Hobbes up onto the bed, with the idea that they'll have some nice cuddle time.
Hobbes, of course, has a completely different idea.
This idea involves spazzing out in the bed, running in circles, barking as loud as possible, and general horseplay with Dad. Which Dad, of course, doesn't mind.
The other two members of the family who are also getting ready to go to bed on the other hand...
Eventually, Mom has enough of this. She gets up to go take Hobbes off the bed and get him settled down before bed.
Hobbes has figured out that she'll always do this.
Just as soon as Mom gets up out of the chair, all noise from the bedroom ceases. When you get in there, Hobbes is curled up, sometimes on the opposite side of the bed, acting like a complete angel.
The fact that the giant satellite ears have picked up on the association between the chair squeak and Mom entering the room never ceases to provide amusement to the family. Even if he is a little trouble maker.
Tune in next time for Part 2 - "The Football Player"
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