We took Luke (and Thomas) over to see Radar, Jesse's corgi today. It was a rare weekend where we had both boys, the weather was nice, and Jesse was up for the visit.
We were there for roughly 2 hours.
First they boys, of course, started out by playing fetch. Which lived up to, if not surpassed, the 3yo's expectations. Poor Radar got bored with it before the boys did. So next they moved on to chase. By the end of the 2 hours, both boys and the dog were pretty worn out. It was AWESOME.
But the true test came tonight. The happy thoughts and fetch role-play has been working, but there has still been some protest at bedtime. His bed is scary, etc. No tears. No major meltdown. But still some protest. Which in the grand scheme of things, is still major progress and I can live with some protest. What kid doesn't protest bedtime in general?
So tonight we went up, and nothing said about a scary bed. I got him in his top bunk, hugged kissed, and then it began. Only tonight I was curious and had him do our routine. Which, btw , was the cutest thing ever. The best part being the tail wagging, butt wiggle. I may or may not have joined in. Because, while this whole routine is on the humiliating side, and I'm glad the only witnesses are my kids (Thomas refuses to miss the show), the looks on their faces and tones to their laughs make it beyond worth it. Plus, you know, it actually works.
So Luke worked through the routine. He has it memorized. He shook his butt with glee. I shook mine right along. And then another hug, kiss, promise to check on him, turned out the light, shut the door and... not a single protest. Not one. Not even a hint. There may have been a lingering giggle, even.
An hour later and I haven't heard a peep from him.
Can dogs be knighted? Sir Radar, the Monster Slayer
