Or at least we treated her that way. The most expensive doggy daycare, vet, boarding, food. Nothing but the best for Bentley, the Puppy Princess.
And then came Andrew. Our "real" first baby. And Bentley? Went from the penthouse to the outhouse. Literally.
She spends most of her day outside now. Especially with the new baby, Bentley is the real one who is lacking in the attention getting department.
Just the other morning I found her eating leftover toast out of the KITCHEN SINK!! That's right. She jumped up on the counter to eat out of the sink! When I threatened Rob with sending her to Uncle Daniel's farm, he asked the most obvious question: "When was the last time we (meaning me) fed her?" Interesting. She might actually be hungry because I didn't even remember the last time I fed her.
But don't let her puppy-dog eyes fool you. She is just as devious, pesky, and sly as ever. She is allowed to come inside some during the day. When the babies are napping. And she still prefers to nap on our bed.
And when I am washing the sheets and duvet cover and refuse to let her on the bed? She chooses the next best thing:
Even though she may have been demoted to a "dog", she hasn't forgotten her roots. Because the carpet just isn't soft enough for a Doggy Diva.
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