Our Phoebe is so predictable and loves her routine, which includes wanting to go out on our private patio every morning to enjoy the view.
I thought I'd teach her a lesson (that she really does NOT want to go out) by having her go "snow diving."
So I opened the patio door and launched her into the snow bank.
Phoebe quickly made her way back, not wanting to remain belly high in the cold white stuff.
To avoid the appearance of having been humiliated, Phoebe decided she would enjoy the view for a while longer, as if to say, "Yeah, I good with this."
But only for a couple minutes.
This snow diving routine has taken place every morning for the last week, and she keeps coming back for more. I suggested she try making snow angels.
Bottom line, I know this is all about who is in control. . .and we both think we have the upper hand.
Obviously, one of us is deluded.
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