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Okay, let’s be honest. Have you ever looked at your dog and thought, “They’re totally playing me right now”? I know I have. And recently, I’m convinced my furry friend has taken manipulation to a whole new level.

My life has been a whirlwind lately. A new project at work means longer hours, more travel, and less time cuddling on the couch with my beloved pup, a scruffy terrier mix named Winston. He’s usually a pretty chill dog, happy with a walk in the park and a chew toy. But lately? He’s been a…handful.

It started subtly. The puppy-dog eyes when I’m packing my suitcase. The dramatic sighs when I leave for work. I mean, I get it, he misses me. But then it escalated. Last week, I took him to that fancy new doggy daycare – you know, the one with the agility course and the gourmet treats? Figured it would be a fun way for him to socialize and burn off some energy while I was stuck in meetings.

Big mistake. Huge.

I got a call about two hours after dropping him off. Winston, apparently, was having a day. And by “day,” I mean a complete and utter meltdown. According to the staff, he’d managed to liberate a mountain of squeaky toys, staged a dramatic protest by refusing to participate in any organized activities (including treat-eating, which is practically unheard of for him!), and, to top it all off, decided the indoor water fountain was his personal swimming pool.

They weren’t angry, bless their hearts. They were mostly just bewildered. “He seems… agitated,” the daycare worker said, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and exhaustion. “And surprisingly resourceful.”

Resourceful is an understatement. I arrived to find Winston surrounded by a moat of plush toys, glaring at a tiny, fluffy Pomeranian like he was plotting its demise. He was wet, slightly muddy, and looked utterly unrepentant.

As I scooped him up, apologizing profusely to the daycare staff (and promising to pay for any damages), it hit me. This wasn’t just a bad day. This was a calculated move. This wasn’t a dog acting out of boredom; this was a performance of epic proportions.

He wanted me to stay home. He wanted me to ditch the project, cancel the travel, and dedicate myself to a life of belly rubs and endless games of fetch. He wanted to make me feel so guilty, so responsible for his supposed distress, that I’d cave and become a full-time dog companion.

And the worst part? It almost worked.

So, I’m sticking to my schedule. I’m still going to work, and I’m still traveling. But I’m also making a conscious effort to carve out more quality time with my furry friend. Maybe a few extra walks, a longer playtime session, and definitely more cuddles on the couch. Because even if he is trying to manipulate me, he’s also my best friend. And who can resist a little bit of canine charm?

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