Saturday, September 29, 2007

Freckles Digs In


Using my mother voice, I said, “NO!” I listened. The scratching stopped for a moment, and then the sound resumed.

I dropped to my hands and knees and peeked under the couch. “Stop it, Freckles!” I commanded, hoping I sounded like I meant business this time. She did stop and stared directly into my eyes. She immediately went back to her work digging in the carpet.

After a couple more attempts to tell her to stop, which gained the same reactions as before -- stopping and then continuing, I stood and pulled the sofa away from the wall. Of course, I had to move the ten-ton coffee table first, so by the time I had the couch moved, I was already huffing and puffing.

Freckles sprinted to the other end of the couch.


hopscotch said...

This post was brought to you by the word of the day. And the word of the day is..."obstinancy"

FrecklesandDeb said...

She sounds like my two-year-old son! If there is something he wants he keeps after it trying to wear us down. Hang in there, Deb!

R2K said...

: )

Deb said...

But you gave him permission with the nose touching ritual!!!!