The Greyhound Struggle Is Real

by Houndstooth on

This weekend, we learned  lesson at our house about just how determined and stubborn Flattery can be.  It started when Mr. Taleteller got up early with the dogs and let them outside.  Normally, he gets up early with them, then goes back to sleep on the couch for an hour or so.  He and Flattery have a little routine where she curls up by his legs on the couch and they share his blanket while he catches more zzz’s.

You Can't See Me -- Tales and Tails

You Can’t See Me

This past Saturday morning, however, Bunny got to the couch first.  My husband quickly grabbed his blanket and dove for the last spot left.  Flattery was not amused.  She stood staring at him as he laid on the couch, her eyeballs practically touching his eyeballs.  He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but she didn’t believe it for a second.  She tried headbutting him and he covered his head with the blanket, trying not to laugh.

Two hours later, I woke up and came out to the living room to find Flattery laying like a sphinx statue beside the couch, staring intently at Bunny and Mr. Taleteller.  If I didn’t already know her all too well, I’d swear she was a statue.  There was nary an ear twitch when I said her name as I came in and sat down.  My husband cracked an eye open and peered at me from beneath his cow spotted blanket.  I asked what was going an, and that was when he informed me what had transpired.

Sleepy Head -- Tales and Tails

Sleepy Head

He had even tried going into the kitchen and rattling the cookie jar, but Flattery was the only one lining up for a treat.  Bunny was playing the same game Mr. Taleteller was, an honest to Pete smile across her sleeping face.  She wasn’t getting up for a Milkbone, or anybody.  He’d gone back to the couch and simply done what he had to do.

After hearing her tale of woe, I felt sorry for her.  I moved my things over by Mr. Taleteller’s recliner so Flattery could snuggle in the chair with me.  She gave it a half-hearted effort, but it quickly became clear that snuggling in the chair was not enough.  Flattery wanted the couch, and she made that point by marching back over to the couch and glaring meaningfully at my husband.  When his bladder reached maximum capacity, he finally caved and got up to use the bathroom.   He wasn’t even completely off the couch before Flattery jumped up and laid down with a sigh that was half contentment and half “it’s about time.”

Afternoon Daydreamer -- Tales and Tails

Afternoon Daydreamer

One thing I love about Flattery is that you always know what she wants or thinks.  There is no subterfuge where she’s involved.  She doesn’t beat around the bush or make you guess, she gets right to the point.  Another thing I love about her is that she knows what she wants, and she will not settle for anything less.  Truth be told, if I were more like her, I could probably get more of what I want, too.  I love her spirit when I’m not the one clashing wills with her, and she’s a dog that you just have to laugh at sometimes.  The Greyhound struggle is real, but they usually get what they’re fighting for in the end.

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  • Sue Dyer

    Flattery, That’s a definite case of neglect and the psychological abuse is just dreadful. How dare your human take the space on the sofa that you wanted. He surely does not know his place. Hopefully you will get him back for such disrespect. Maybe a cold wet nose being poked in the appropriate place might make him buck up his ideas.

    Polly & Honey (mum doesn’t know we typed this:)).

  • Sounds like you need to invest in a second couch! Or maybe a loveseat?

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  • Vicky

    Awww. Poor Flattery. It was Pearl that she should have been upset with, not Mr. Taleteller. LOL Anyway, I’m glad she finally got her spot on the couch. Love that last picture.

  • Jodi

    I know this type of dog well. 🙂 This morning, for some reason known only to her, Delilah decided to shove her head into my chest, repeatedly, demanding that I pet her. I wouldn’t mind if it hadn’t been 3:30 am.

  • Brenda Morales

    Exactly like our Butters. He prances and stares until he gets his way. Or he goes upstairs and pouts.