At War
Mary and I are having a petty little war. Every day this week (since being at the vet on Sunday), when we get home from work, we find our cupboard in this state:
Please note that it is only my clothes that are being ripped out of the cupboard. Not my partner’s, but mine only. All my nicely ironed clothes, crumpled and on the floor.
My revenge? Every time she annoys me while I am at home (specifically when she whinges and whines for no good reason), I give her a squirt with a syringe full of water. I started that this morning, and got her a pot shot in the middle of her forehead! She was really not pleased. But it seems the message got through – we came home today and there was only one item on the floor!
And before anyone jumps down my throat for animal abuse, chill. We used to discipline Mary that way. It is completely painless and harmless. It is just very undignified and annoying. She does something we don’t like, we do something she does not like. She learned very quickly where her boundaries are within the “pack”.
