If you ever doubt the fact that Phoebe is completely spoiled take a look at this picture.
She loves to sit on the edge of the couch and chew on her rawhide bone. Of course she loses her grip on it and drops it fairly often. A normal dog would just hop down right away and get it. A really smart dog would stop sitting on the edge of the couch so they wouldn’t drop their bone in the first place.
Not Phoebe. Every single time she drops her bone she sits on the edge of the couch and stares at it. For minutes at a time. As if it’s going to jump back to her on it’s own. Sometimes she’ll even glance over at me, like um, hello! A little help please.
When she was a puppy I may or may not have gotten up to get it for her. That only happened a couple times before I made her jump down and get it herself. In my defense that was when she was really tiny (like 3lbs) and had trouble getting on and off the couch. Also, I was a sucker. I’ll admit it.
Anyway, she got the idea that occasionally bones are magic and will return to her on their own. She can’t guilt me into getting it for her anymore because I’m too busy laughing at her. I’m going to be such a great mom.