I realized I may win a small battle here and there, but in the end, Cubbie always wins the war.
Most of it is my fault. I’ve spoiled him so much, he’s used to getting his way. But, at the end of the day, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
This morning I was getting ready for work, and Cubbie was under the covers sleeping. (He had gone outside about 45 minutes prior to that). I thought to myself, “Perfect! I will finish getting ready and then grab him while he’s still asleep to take him downstairs.”
Seriously, Cubbie must have some weird sense about exactly when I’m going to take him downstairs. Not even 30 seconds before I was ready to grab him, I hear his collar jingle. I thought, “Oh no! I’ve missed my chance.” Sure enough, Cubbie jumps off the bed and I see him just barely peek his head out into the hallway. He sees me and turns right back around. I try to coax him into the hallway with a treat, but he’s not having it. He darts under the bed. I’m already running a few minutes late so I don’t have time to force him out.
I shut the bedroom door and head to work. Point Cubbie. I think the score is about 1,000 to 2 in favor of Cubbie. 
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This post was written by dwagner on January 18, 2010
That’s funny. One of the mornings i was sick at home from food poisoning, my sister tried to kennel our dog(Nala). I come to find out that my sister got a Detention for being late. It was due to Nala wanting her way. She purpose always tries to make kenneling up take longer then what it needs to be. I find it funny…I never have that problem with her.