If you can spoil a dog, I’ve spoiled Bandit.  He loves to sit next to me.  If I’m anywhere in the house, he will wait patiently for me to sit down and then bounce up in the spot next to me, do a complete circle and then plant himself as close as he can get.

When it’s meal time, he knows what chair I am sitting in and will sit and stare up at me, knowing that I can’t resist throwing a little tidbit his way!  He knows not to whine……he just patiently waits, and sits, and waits, and then he knows that sweet little face will finally get to me and I’ll give him that last corner of my roll or bite of meat. 

If he has to go outside, he comes and finds me and tells me.  There are three other capable dog-walkers in the house……but nooooo….he wants his me to walk him.

Probably because he knows that I will let him street walk.  He likes to walk in the front yard so he can also roam the street a little bit.  It’s his nightly thing.  He can’t just “water” our lawn, he has to visit several of our neighbors’ yards.  He has his favorite mailboxes and his favorite bushes.  He likes to stroll down the street and likes to take his time checking things out. 

I don’t know what is wrong with our fenced in back yard….but he doesn’t really enjoy a stroll back there at night.  He’ll happily use it in the morning and afternoon….but when it is about 10:30 and he asks to go out, he means he’s ready to walk the street.  In fact, if I try to take him in the back yard, he’ll just go get in his house and pout.

Really spoiled!