I had a gentleman friend stay over last night. Peanut was thrilled about this development (for some reason he craves male attention--call it the result of a one "parent' household) until he realized that he was being ousted from his spot on the bed and his position as the center of the universe.

Never one to be subtle or ambiguous, Peanut proceeded to chew up the bottom of my bed, whine in the middle night, and then shit on the carpet as an early morning message to yours truly. I can only assume that he was unhappy about this turn of events.

When I left this morning, I locked both he and the boy in the room, expecting only one to make it out alive. Peanut is happy curled up at my feet, so therefore I am deeply concerned for Trever.

It's becoming clear to me that this dog has run the household for far too long. He's ten pounds of vindictive fluff and his reign of terror needs to come to an end.

*sigh*