WHAT??? Faulkner ain't on the chair????? Good gods and greyhounds, what is wrong with that dog??????


Hardi is a man of contradictions-- one Kickass Alpha Male at home, very unlike his always-yielding pastoral self (I am the honored Alpha Female of course). Teens with surging hormones scampered out of that chair (actually its predecessor), and only our houseguests have ensconced themselves in it.

But the F issue is not the chair, it's the lap sitting in it-- he wants THERE, but Hardi has never had a dog until I introduced him to the necessity. NO LAP! NONONO! F would not dream of climbing up, uninvited; but he will climb up onto me and dangle his head on the adjoining chair arm for a scratch from H, so I know it's just a matter of time. For now he's content to be the Only Dog Hardi takes outside with him for XC skiiing, John Deering, and barn explorations.


(F BTW does not lounge about in the LR when we are out and make use of the couch and chairs. Oh, he'd be perfectly welcome to do so and I have tried many times to sneak past him on my way out. But he's convinced that when we put shoes on, he's going to his corner; he races us there, wagging, to show us how smart he is. "I spotted you again! I'm right! I go here!" He insists on staying in there even if I leave the gate open!

~Susan