Thank you all for your creative suggestions as to how I could commandeer the laptop that Mom seems to think belongs to her exclusively. I tried the paws on arm and adorable look -- the first time she gave me a snack; the second time, she took me outside to the pee bush. The third time, she said, Uh, uh, uh!!!!
Then it got worse: she was on the telephone when she heard a suspicious crunching coming from my cubicle (aka my crate which I use only for bedtime snacks, but JH likes to use for R & R rather than his own alongside). Upon inspection, she found that JH, in a brave attempt to find an alternative means of communication, had swiped a ball point pen from the table and had splintered it into a dozen pieces. All pieces were immediately confiscated. (The traces of blue ink on JH's muzzle did give him a slightly debonair look and he wore them as a badge of honor.)
The same thing has been happening to the No. 2 yellow lead pencils Mom used to leave around. After she discovered tooth marks on all, missing erasers, and a few fragments on the rug -- they too have been confiscated. (No photos, of course, because of the current lack of photographic as well as secretarial help.)
What's next:? I suspect I may have to resort to one of Fee's suggestions --dressing up in Mom's best shoes and makeup -- to make the point that, unless I get EQUAL COMPUTER ACCESS TIME, we're headed for a serious showdown.
Can you all hear our pathetic woofs?
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