Obey once and you’re in it for life

My lady is into discipline. She says it’s key for a comfortable living-together-situation. She is very strict about feeding us in-between meals and she lets nobody give us food while they’re at the dinner table. Everyone obeys this. What a bummer!

What is it with people and obedience? I don’t understand why one should follow orders aside from the ones your own self gives you. Who’s to say that somebody else’s rules are better than my own?

I try not to obey. You obey once and you’re in it for life.

My lady’s grandma (greatmother I like to call her) doesn’t do what my lady says. She usually gives me a bite of whatever she’s eating. Muffins, cookies, bread, cheese, whatever. Most of the time, stuff that I’m not allowed to eat. (Not allowed by my lady).

Greatmother doesn’t do it when my lady is watching. Greatmother is obedient when my lady is around but when she’s gone, greatmother is quite a disobedient woman. Kind of like me.

Since I became a tripawd, I no longer come when I’m called. The entertainment of the great outdoors is way too thrilling to be interrupted by a: “Felipe, come here!” Besides, she doesn’t really mean it. She says it a few times and when I don’t come, she stops calling.

I guess she thinks I can’t get too far on three legs. She’s right. I can sprint to and fro and she let’s me be.

That’s one of the pluses of the minus-one leg. No leash, no orders, no obedience.

This is not to say that I never obey. Of course I obey!

Tons!

When my lady’s command coincides with my intentions. I obey. When it doesn’t, well then it depends. Like when I start eating Boboni’s food because I’m done with my portion and he’s still working on his, I go to help him out. My lady then says “Felipe, no!” I don’t obey at first, then she grabs me and takes me away from the unfinished food.

I don’t offer any resistance in these situations. I know she has her reasons.

Are you the obedient type?

(Don’t mind the bird.)