A Dog's Life

Our dogs are kind of spoiled. I mean, Barkley was all the while going to be an outside dog. Now, he gets to choose when he goes outside or if he goes outside. Bailey has his "spot" that he sleeps on...on our bed. Actually inside our headboard (its a bookcase headboard). And he has his own pillow. Barkley then, was never going to be on the bed, so we made a nice pallet for him on the floor next to our bed, and even tried to get him to sleep in the girls' room (it'd make me feel safer with him in there). But every night, he's on our bed...at least we reduce him to making him sleep at the foot of the bed. And I have to admit, it's kinda nice...he keeps my feet warm. :-)

But that's the extent of their spoiling.

Until now.

Brenna has decided she likes to "help" Bailey eat. Its so so so funny. Funny because Brooke did the EXACT same thing for the exact same reasons when she was this age. Let me explain.

Bailey's bowl is in the kitchen on the wood floor. He likes to eat on carpet (go figure.). So he would walk to his bowl, pick up a few pieces, take them 4 feet over to the carpet and chew them up. Weird I know. Then he'd go back, grab a few more pieces, repeat.

So Brenna noticed this about him and now helps him in his eating endeavors. Brooke did the same. She goes and picks up a few pieces of food for him out of his bowl at feeding time, carries them over to the carpet, where he waits patiently, and hand feeds him. Then goes back, gets more food, repeat. I have some of the exact same type pictures of Brooke doing the same thing.

Now this is what I called a spoiled dog. ;-)

But hey, it makes her happy to do it! She's such a sweetie!