The Little Emperor (Nine Pounds of Terror - Part II)
If you didn't see Part I, you can check it out here.
I do not allow dogs on the furniture, but this little guy wouldn't settle down and shut up after his 6am feeding. He said "eff you and eff this crate...I ain't going back to sleep!" So I laid on the couch and put him on my chest and that little monster went right out and slept for three hours. Yeah, I got punked. First, he took Russell's bone, his bed, and his crate. The last bit of unconquered territory was the couch and he took that, too.
And those are not props he's laying on. That's a pile of work that didn't get done. I'm two days behind, but I came out way ahead at the same time. I wouldn't trade those two days with this little guy for anything in the world.
Wouldn't have traded babysitting that little guy for anything in the world. He rolled in here and declared himself exempt from any and all rules, policies, procedures, regulations, protocols, and/or conventions. Nobody challenged him.