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And, I’m not winning…

Jernee thinks it is bedtime. She has had her dinner, she has had her Greenies treat, and now she’s ready to go to sleep. Thing is, it is entirely too early, not even 6:00 p.m. I tell her to come take a nap with me, I motion for her to get on the bed where we can rest up together. She is having


She wants me to get ready for bed too, to actually get in my pajamas, shut the curtains, eat my dinner, and crate her for the evening. She barks at me loudly. I admonish her. I am not in the mood. I am extremely exhausted and have had a day full of running errands, tending to my vehicle, and talking to Row. I threw the Greenies wrapper in the bedroom trashcan and she is manning the area in front of it.


“What are you doing, Jernee? There’s nothing in there, you have eaten your Greenies.”

She barks at me, full of disapproval, mad because I will not reveal the contents of the trashcan to her. This dog is too smart for her own good. I tell her, “you are giving me too much mouth. You are out of hand. Calm down.” She senses my tone and ceases the rebellion. Instead, she sashays off down the hall to our living room where her bed and toy bin is and comes back with her pillow.

I think she thinks if I see the pillow, I will believe it is bedtime. “Jernee, you can take a nap with Mommy if you like. It is not bedtime.” She is displeased. She stands guard of the trashcan, of her pillow, and gives me the stare down.

I am still not in the mood. And, I cannot even finish my nap.

I don’t even think she cares.

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