broken rules

We made this rule when we first got Phinley that he wasn't going to be allowed upstairs -- silly us.

Since we spend a majority of time either in our bathroom/bedroom or the office, it was almost impossible to make him stay in his crate or, heaven forbid, downstairs alone while we went about our business upstairs.

So we caved.

That was the first rule we broke: No upstairs for Phinley.

The second one {Phinley is only allowed on the sofas in the basement} was broken shortly thereafter because well....

He wanted up with me sooo bad....


Just to innocently see what I was up to...


And then there wasn't enough room so he needed Ryan's {:0)} chair all for himself...


And look at the half-smile lip action going on -- it's precious.

And he's so good at saying "thanks for letting me get on furniture other than the sofas in the basement."

See?

I've since decided that rules are for wimps and it's free livin' in this house from now on! It won't be long before the Phinster has a place at the table during dinner time.

Mr. Sniffs-a-lot would loooove that. I made bacon the other morning and I thought he was going to hyperventilate he was so excited and was sniffing sooo intensly.

Until then, we'll just keep giving him these little divine slices of the good life and keep his dreams alive. We love you little dog {or at least I do...I'm still working on getting Ryan to say it out loud, because after all you still are "just a dog".}