The Puppeteer

I've had not one, but two vets tell me, gently, they think Sadie might know how to manipulate me. I've had not one, but several friends and family members snort and say, "you think!?" (Hi Mary!) when telling them what the vets said. And I know I belabor this point but it has never been as evident to me as it has these past couple of days. The MINUTE, nay the SECOND, Bud walked out of the hotel room yesterday morning, Sadie pulled herself out of the covers of the second bed and leaped over to mine. Funny, I thought, Bud would never allow her in the bed and she comes over the minute he leaves? But still, she's a dog (as people often tell me emphatically), no way is she that calculating. Sure enough though, shortly after the door latched closed this morning, signifying Bud's departure to work, I heard Sadie rub her crafty paws together and jump out of the guest bed and run into our room. Where I promptly picked her up and put her in bed with me. Well, we'll see about that! It's ON Sadie!