“Can I play puppy now?”
I have to think for a minute. We’re shopping at Target. Isaac is behaving nicely, but he’d like to start one of his favorite games.
He love to pretend to be a puppy.
This has its drawbacks. Instead of a hug and kiss at bedtime, I sometimes get a hug and lick. Blech.
A high pitched yap of a bark drives Carol insane, but so far doesn’t really bother me.
I am informed by the puppy in question that puppies eat only brown food. Playing puppy during meals mostly means eating bread, chocolate, and meat. It also sometimes means dumping cereal on the table and eating it as one might expect a puppy to.
“Chocolate is really bad for puppies, they’re not allowed to eat it.” I inform my son. He is unphased.
It actually comes in handy sometimes. Puppy Isaac knows sit, stay, and even heel. He yaps at Kiki sometimes, but Kiki doesn’t seem to mind.
“Can I play puppy if I walk on my hind legs?”
I pause for a moment.
Finally I respond, “Sure. Walk on your hind legs, no barking, and you have to heel.”
A person could not ask for a better behaved puppy.
