No matter what happens during the day – most nights we all have dinner together. Sometimes it is something elaborate, but most of the time it’s pretty simple. Last night we had spinach and gnocchi (straight from a package of pasta and a jar of sauce).
When my mother-in-law came over this past weekend, it was clear that all discipline regarding the dogs and food had broken down. Maxi was especially egregious – her nose was under your elbow, muzzle practically in your bowl of soup ready for a taste. It’s always a little embarrassing to have your dog eating a guest’s dinner while they themselves are still eating it. So we reinstated some rules. I put down some painters tape of the floor to mark off the dining room and then I’m making the dogs stay on their mats behind the line during all of dinner.
I’m still assistant coaching Vince’s basketball team this season. It’s hard to coach Vince, he’s not so good at basketball, so he commits some technical fouls and we called him on one for traveling and he got so upset with me. He’s still mad at me during dinner: