Training a Young Lady in Feminine Deportment

Two weeks ago my wife Margaret and I purchased a golden doodle puppy. We named her Fionna. We already had a ten year old English Springer Spaniel named Shiloh. Shiloh is a very serious dog. Her bed is next to the TV in the living room. If, in the evening we laugh because of something on TV, Shiloh gets upset. We are obviously are being frivolous when she is trying to sleep. Shiloh does not like Seinfeld. She does not like The Middle. She likes nothing on ME TV. Shiloh will give us a few warnings by standing in front of me sitting on the love seat. If her warnings are not headed Shiloh will walk off in a huff and sleep in another room.

Enter the puppy, who, being a puppy, is on this planet to have a good time. As I write, it's before 6:00 a.m., and the puppy sees her mark with her little chippy barks. The Springer raised her head out of a sound sleep on the floor next time (always next to me). The next step would be a basso profondo blast from the Springer which would alert the fusion center a couple blocs a way.

Time for a run on the shore.