A Boy & His Dog

Tre has a best friend in our house; you would think it’d be one of his parents, more likely his older brother, all of the above are WRONG.  His best friend is the stupid dog, Tank.  Don’t get me wrong, Tank is a good dog at times but come on, to choose the dog over your own kind?  It kind of makes me question the kid’s loyalty.

Let me explain, Tre, like his dad, has a bit of a mean streak to him.  We’ve all felt his wrath when he’s on the warpath from time to time.  All of us except Tank that is.  Well there was one time when Tank stole one of Tre’s snacks from his hand, Tre got upset and called Tank a “bad dog”.  But that doesn’t count it involved food, his first true love.  When it comes to the human members of his family, any little thing is liable to set him off.  He’s constantly trying to bully Ty, falling out with Fefe, and lying to me.  Yes a 19 month old baby that knows how to lie (I’m compiling a list of his lies for a later post).  When it comes to Tank, Tre acts as his bodyguard or something, defender of all wrong doing against his dog. 

Let me give you an example, the other day Tank peed on the carpet.  He knows better, he’s been housebroken for over a year now and yet he decides to utilize my living room floor as his personal toilet.  Tre witnessed this event and unlike his older brother stuck to the ‘G’ code and didn’t say a word.  Ty was quick to let me know of Tanks bad behavior (he knows where his bread gets buttered).  So I yell at Tank, call him a bad dog and banish him to his cage.  After witnessing the scolding that was handed down, Tre gave me what looked like his best impression of “The Evil Eye of Death” and proceeded to fuss at me and anyone else that got in his way.

Here’s where it gets interesting.  After a few minutes of marching in protest of the unlawful treatment that his dog had received, he simmered down and things appeared to return to normal.  Little did I know, he was planning a good ole fashion jailbreak.  Cue “Mission Impossible” theme song now.  Tre waits until we are all settled and focused on reading a book with Ty.  He then proceeds to roll his “push me popper” toy into the kitchen, which just so happens to be the location of his incarcerated friend.  But, no one thought anything of it, as this is a normal part of his play routine.  It’s quiet for a moment so I ask “Tre, what are you doing?”  A quick, “Nothing” was shouted back.  Then I hear Tanks cage jingle, so I decide to head into the kitchen to investigate.  As Tre hears me coming, he quickly runs away from the cage towards his table as if he was starving and needed to be fed immediately.  So I play along, I give him some fruit & head back to the living room, this time keeping a close eye on him.  Immediately after I’m out of his eyesight, he gets up from the table and makes a dash towards Tanks cage.  This time I do no disturb and within seconds Tank comes running out of the kitchen. Tre is heading back to the table to eat his snacks as if he had done nothing wrong.

The escape was so well thought out and planned for a 19mnth old that I couldn’t get mad at Tre or Tank for that matter.  He stood up for what he believed in, devised a plan, and implemented it all in the name of friendship. He’s a loyal kid alright, just loyal to the wrong side!!!

Today is Tuesday, so be sure to check out our first installment of  Ty’s Tuesday Toy Review