I have a child safety gate sitting in the hallway at the top of the stairs. The general idea is that if I put the gate across the top of the stairs, Wylie will stay upstairs while I’m away at work. Of course, it’s really just one more thing I have to deal with every morning and again in the evening. Wylie is so well behaved that there would really be no harm in just getting rid of it.
Take today for example. After a somewhat unusual start to the day, I forgot to put the gate up before leaving for work.
Not to worry though! When I came home in the evening, Wylie was still sitting on the bed. Oh, to be certain, he was ready to spring into action if there had been any sort of trouble – flood, fire, break-in, ol’ Wylie was prepared. But mostly he was just sitting on the bed, patiently awaiting his master’s return. Wylie is a good boy after all.
Clearly it was that dirty, rotten Terry Dactyl who tore a hole in the sofa cushion.
“[Goldarn] son-of-a-[female dog] set me up!”
You can see from the Hound of Hell expression on Wylie’s face that he is unrepentant.
Oh yes. This is exactly the type of situation which helps foster Wylie’s reputation as “The Dog of a Thousand Names.”
He’s giving you the, “Who me? I’ve been on this bed all day” look. Riley is pretty good at those looks too. His is more along the lines of if I lay here (lie here? I always hated this grammar rule) real quiet, maybe they won’t notice me and ask me to jump off the bed. It almost works…