I was sittin', talking to my dad on the phone. Ray was standing in front of me, whining.
I knew he wanted to take a walk, but it's been 90 degrees here and impossible to get him all the way around without a five or ten minute flop.
I ignored the blind hound and continued to talk to my dad.
"meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," said Ray.
POKE. A big paw hit my arm.
I ignored the dog and continued to talk to my dad.
"meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," said Ray again.
POKE POKE. The big paw missed me and hit the arm of the chair.
I ignored it.
'MEEEEEEEEEEE," Ray got louder.
POKE POKE POKE.
I ignored it all.
Ray walked away and picked up a sandal that I had casually dropped under the coffee table. He flapped it up and down a few times, then dropped it and 'looked' in my direction.
I laughed. My dog still knows how to push my buttons. He just doesn't carry through anymore.
What a good dog.