Now that I’ve got Momma trained (please see the Woof Wokeness post at https://linasdogblog.com/2024/01/12/a-problem-free-trip-and-woof-wokeness/), things are going a lot more smoothly around here. 

I especially like it when Momma asks if it’s okay to pet me, and when (pawrsuant to my instructions, i.e. begging) she gives me treats while she dines. It’s only fair, right? She’s also really good at getting down on all fours to retrieve (sound familiar?) one of my pink balls from under the furniture. And my poop outside. I have even claimed her favorite chair in the TV room, without too much argument from her — and most of the bed. She’s also adapted to my new rules of a 5:30 DST (dog standard time) walkup call.

One final tweek I’ve made to our routines is that I now call the shots when we’re walking on where to go, how far we should go, and how often to stop and what for. If I want to visit with fellow doggos or nice humans, we stop — even if Momma doesn’t want to. If I want to pee, we stop — even if we have already stopped for peeing one hundred times before on the walk. And if I don’t feel like walking, I put on the brakes and get a free ride with guess who. I just wish I would have thought of fighting back against human oppression and supremacy years ago. In any case, no time like the present, and this dog wokeism movement is really getting legs at our house!

And that kind of begs the question, no? Isn’t it high time that all doggos break the bonds of oppression? And who better than me to head up this revolt? As Napoleon himself would say, “if you want a thing done well, do it yourself.” So going forward, fellow canines, I woof that we start with a sit-in (“You’d be good at that, Lina”), until some changes are made. No tricks, no face licks, no greeting at the door, and no obedience until our full doggie rights are recognized, and we are in charge! Think Bone-a-Part. Vive la revolution! 

Lina, Soldiering on

WOOFDA!

Pawscript: Leading a revolution can be such hard work!