One of the things I’ve always been proud of is that our dogs have excellent manners, especially when we take them places with us. Yes, the occasional mishap happens, but by and large, they usually do us proud. At home, their manners aren’t perfect, but they’re usually pretty good.
Bunny learned early on that if she wanted a bite of something we were eating, the most certain way to get it was to lay down beside me and watch me patiently and intently. I made sure to reward her when she was being good and for a long time, that has been her go to means of requesting that I share. In the last year, though, I’ve noticed some changes, mostly here at home.
It seems that Bunny has developed a sense of senior entitlement to rival even the grandest of dames. Instead of patiently waiting for a morsel,of food, now she thinks that out of sight is out of mind, so she stands right in front of you to be sure you know what she wants. The bad part is that someone *cough* Mr. Taleteller *cough* has been giving her what she wants. She now thinks she is even more entitled to whatever she wants.
It reminds me a bit of some elderly relatives my sister and I used to roll our eyes about as children. These old ladies would get away with all sorts of things that we knew we would get in serious trouble over. Passing gas and frowning at everyone else in a room and emptying a candy jar into her purse were some of the things we saw that never ceased to give us the giggles.
Bunny really isn’t on the same level as those old ladies we knew as children, but I have different insight now. As children, my sister and I never quite understood why the old ladies got away with things. Now, with Bunny, I see the difference. While I’d raise my voice to one of the other dogs for being pushy over food, I find myself being a lot more gentle with my old lady dog. I’ll tell her gently to go lay down, but while a forlorn glance from Flattery makes me laugh a little and shake my head, the same glance from Bunny just melts me into a helpless puddle of putty in her paws.
I’m starting to think that old ladies and old dogs aren’t that different, and that they both have some sort of magical powers over us that make us almost helpless to resist them. You can’t say no to either one. Both of them know what they want and how to get it. And we find ourselves cherishing the little moments we have with them a bit more. I suspect that deep down, we all feel that they really are entitled to their senior moments, too.