“Do you think we’re bad dog parents?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think so, If he was a big tall shaggy dog, we’d be able to keep him off the furniture and still be able to reach across to pet him without having to get on the floor,” he said.
“I’m glad you’re OK with him sitting on the couch then,” she said sounding relieved.
“Yeah, so long as he knows the boundaries. As we agreed, the bed is off limits.”
Two weeks later, the middle aged couple was rationalizing the shifting of boundaries they’d set up for their little bull dog.
“At least he doesn’t try to take over the whole bed,” was all he could say about getting used to having the dog sleep on the bed with them.
“No table scraps though, absolutely no feeding from the table. That is the line in the sand.” He wanted to sound firm with this latest declaration and his wife just looked at him with those doe eyes of hers and smiled before kissing him good night.