Disobedience

So we're having some obedience issues. One of the girls has been choosing her own will over mine, utter insubordination! Fortunately, this week I'm not talking about Angie. Ruby's decided she will sleep on the bed, "sí o sí" as we say here (yes or yes.)

So we bought her this great doggy bed for the floor, cause she's a dog.

But she's in complete denial. Refuses to accept she's not a human. So we put it on the bed.

Fail!

We move the bed around, put it under her. (These pictures were taken over a series of days, every time we'd walk in and find Ruby misbehaving.)

Finally, she reluctantly complies.

Her punishment for her bad attitude is wearing a hooded sweatshirt for the duration of this cold spell.

But really, she's ecstatic about the clothes, as demonstrated by the huge smile below:

Given up. Obedience. Success!

Back sliding a bit, but maybe she was trying. We'll give her the benefit of the doubt.

She actually loves it now. When we get home she wants to jump right on her bed, must be the frigid cold outside that's tiring her out. It is like 60℉! We're barely surviving, don't laugh.

Ange and I, on the other hand, have had a perfect obedience week, first like this since I can remember. It's lovely. Especially, with the freezing cold front we're enduring/enjoying.