I’m not very good at math, but I think Mini’s a teenager at the moment. She’s two years and nine months old, so she’s maybe slightly older than a teen in dog years, but she’s a teenager at heart.
I can’t her lazy butt out of bed in the morning.
When she first started sleeping with us, she would jump out of bed as soon as my alarm went off. (Now she only does that on weekends.) After a while, it reached a point where I’d have to nag her to get off the bed. (She’s not allowed upstairs alone because that is Jinx’s domain and when Mini tries to eat the cat food, Jinx’s claws come out.)
Now she won’t even open her eyes and acknowledge me in the morning. For the past week she’s still been nestled in bed when the lure of coffee overcomes my desire to enforce the rules. She comes down with my husband after he goes up to get dressed.
This morning she refused even that and he had to pick her up and carry her down to the couch. I swear, it’s only a matter of time before we’re toting her around on a cushion.