Maria’s band of thugs is moving their activities to bedtime. Fate sleeps downstairs in a crate, Zinnia and Bud sleep in our bedroom (Bud in a crate).
I trained them to come upstairs by giving them a treat when I got to the top of the stairs.
Sometimes Maria goes up with them, sometimes I come up a little later.
When I do, they are both waiting for me, suggesting that I might not get past the roadblock without a small treat. They look like they mean business, and the two are inseparable, they relish making trouble together.
I gave them each a piece of dog biscuit. They let me pass. Then they can plot to wake me up in the morning. I’m losing control of my own house.