Friday, May 2, 2008
Roommate

After nearly a week and many boxes of supplies and furniture had arrived I finally started to understand that roommate meant someone was going to be living with us. I know I'm slow but I always assume people come to spoil me then leave when they are finished.

The guestroom has always been an off-limits area of the house for me. Normally I don't mind. It's a very dull room. Mostly empty except for the bed and a few items stored in there. Well now that has all changed. The room is a flutter of activity. Stuff is coming in and going out, the door is left open and there are so many potential chew toys strewn about on the floor.

The temptation to help myself to some of the stuff in there is almost more than I can bear. I walk by the room and try not to look in. I know better, I know I'm not supposed to go in there. However the allure of so many new smells, the variety of items of various enticing textures is calling to me to investigate. I've tried to sneak in a few times and have been caught in the act. Now I'm just biding my time hoping that they'll all leave at some point and make the mistake of leaving the door open.

My human has been slowly going over the house rules and, of course, my personal rules with Ivy. She probably thinks it'll be easy. After all I'm such a good dog, but don't worry at some point I'll test her to see just how much I can get away with. I just have to wait until my human isn't around.