I will not deny that the four-footed one is a bit on the spoiled side, just a touch mind you, but spoiled all the same. I’ve no one to blame for this except myself. It’s a slippery slope where you think we’ll she could use a stuffed dinosaur and that’s about it. But then she loves the dinosaur so much and it survives her most destructive behaviours so surely she needs the dragon from the same company as well.
Yes my dear friends it really is that slippery and it happens that quickly. And it’s not just stuffed toys with delightful (if you are her) squeaky noisy things in them. Oh no, it becomes a few different treats for training, which at some point slide into a treat because I’m having a human treat.
Of course we aren’t on this journey alone. Oh no Beloved comes along bringing new toys all the time as “just a little something for the wee pup”. And the training food/occasionally treat suddenly becomes a means to ensure she comes to him. Which pretty much means that currency she believes everyone should be carrying treats in their pockets for her. She has been known to pout upon encountering someone who is lacking in the treat department. (This whole thing puzzled Beloved until we accidentally washed a small plastic bag full of treats when his jeans went in the wash. Up until this moment he seemed oblivious to the fact he always has dog treats in his pockets.)
Needless to say I currently cringe when people come for a visit because my spoiled, and much-loved pooch is anticipating “just a wee something”. So we have to work on this, when I get the energy to do it.