Dear Hubby calls Gavin and Patty walking road blocks. The poor man has enough trouble walking but there are times that the two of them make it impossible for him to move. There’s nothing like trying to walk across a room and having two sixty-five pound Sherman tanks stop dead in front of you. Maybe if they were taller, it’d be easy to move them with the nudge of a knee, but with their low centers of gravity and the fact that their shoulders are right below knee height they become immovable barricades.

    DH swears there are days when the two pups plan their barricade strategies out ahead of time.

    Gavin says, “When Dad heads for the kitchen, you stand by the doorway on the left and I’ll get alongside him on the right. If we work it right we can herd him to the cookie jar.”

    Patty’s ears perk up and she says, “Oooo, I could use a cookie about now.”

    “There, he’s on his feet. Wait for it, wait for it—now!”

    Springing into action Patty says, “Left, right?”

    “Right. No left! Oh, I mean left is correct.”

    “Too late.”

    Gavin: “Damn, we missed.”