I am the boss. Her Daddy doesn't stick to rules very well...and he tends to give in to her. As a result she behaves much worse for him that she ever does for me.
But she loves him more than me. She always prefers to lay on his lap, get way more excited when he comes home, and when we walk her together she trots right along side of him and looks up every few seconds just to make sure that he is still there. If we are both walking her and he pops into a shop for a second to get something (usually water for her) she cries pathetically at the door of the shop until he comes back out.
Sigh! I guess I'm just second best. Too bad I'm the one who pays the vet bills, buys all of her toys and food, and makes sure she gets fed on time!
