Sometimes I wonder if we trained Oreo or he trained us. Lately I think he's training us.
Our unusually hot Chicago weather means that he's been drinking a lot of water. One night we were sitting on the couch when Oreo bounced in, barked at me and walked away. He stood by his water bowl. My husband said, "I think the dog wants some water."
A few days later we were baking in record heat. It was nearly 100 degrees outside, which is crazy heat for late May. We had been taking Oreo out every few hours for a bathroom break since he was drinking so much water. Since he had been out regularly, I decided to skip his 2:30 p.m. walk. It was a weekend, so it wasn't as if we had to get the girls from school.
This seemed okay for a little while. About 3:00 p.m. he came over to me and started barking. He moved towards the door and started barking again. When I didn't move, he came back to me and started barking. I took the hint. I got up and walked the dog.
Ok, now that I see it in writing, I realize he had us trained. I don't always feel like we're in control of our children, so I guess I shouldn't feel like I'm in control of Oreo either.