Carol and I were sitting in the living room when Betty started whining at Carol. Thinking that Betty needed to go outside, I put my coat on and coaxed Betty to the backdoor. Betty was not happy about this, but I threw a treat outside and she couldn’t resist that. I had to use the old ‘pretend to go to the front yard’ trick to convince Betty to come down off of the deck and into the yard, but this just pissed her off. She moped around for a few minutes and then climbed the steps up to the backdoor. Going outside was not what Betty had in mind when she started whining.
We went back inside and into the living room and discovered that Carol had gone upstairs. Betty leaped into Carol’s chair and spent some time getting all comfy. She gave me a stare which said, “You stupid human, this was my demand,” and settled in for a nice nap.
Carol came downstairs and tried to reclaim her chair, but Betty wasn’t about to move. But every superhero has a weakness, and Betty’s weakness is treats. Carol tossed a treat onto the couch and Betty was forced to vacate the chair. Betty finished the treat and turned around to see Carol now sitting in the chair. The only way Betty could address this terrible injustice was to give Carol the basset hound glare for five minutes and then the pathetic basset hound mope for an additional five minutes.
It seems clear to me that the chair is Betty’s property. Carol is playing a risky game sitting in Betty’s chair all the time. All that basset hound glaring and moping aimed her way can’t be good for Carol. I’ve been trying to devise a compromise solution, but there is no compromise in basset hound.