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We don’t know about your house, but Hu-dad claims that there is a reserved seating policy in our house. Something about just because he gets up during a movie does not mean that he has relinquished his spot to others. We, of course, disagree.
Notice how Cheoah is kindly keeping Hu-dad’s seat warm.
Sure, we expect that a lot of canine households deal with the reserved seating policy that the humans attempt to set. But, multiple dog households make those human rules that much more amusing.
I have an idea. While the Hu-dad is away, let’s have a massive wrestling match.
Of course, the key in a multiple dog household is that the human establish firm, clear boundaries. For example, notice what happens when the Hu-dad says, “Enough games. Everyone settle so I can have my seat back.”
Take note on exactly how much we pay attention.
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