I've owned my house about ten years.
Bought the Shiba Inu about five years ago.
Got the girlfriend about four years ago.
So....how does it go dog, gf, me?
The boss, Mika the Shiba.
Ring...Ring....
Hello, may I speak to the head of household?
Sure, jus a sec, (whistle, whistle)
Here he is, speak real clear, he only knows a few words.... Like sit, stay, and dinner time!
Between pets and women, our hierarchy is somewhere just above the dust-buster. And be suspicious if a woman lets you actually hold the tv remote....she's coiled and fixin' to strike....
ÛÏHead of HouseholdÛ is a title for single people. After the ÛÏnewnessÛ of marriage wanes the female species covertly gain control of everything including you. Although you may think otherwise you are reduced to serfdom.
PadenÛªs post about the TV remote is true, but was actually my one redeeming salvation to ÛÏstir the potÛ so to speak. My cable tv/inet provider gave me two remotes. SWMBO, as usual, grabbed the remote and placed it beside her lazy chair not knowing I also had a remote. IÛªd have the remote out of her sight and change channels when she was watching something on WE, Lifetime or whatever. First it was the cable boxÛªs fault, then it was the TVÛªs fault. I was having a great time messing with her (volume, channels, different input etc.) but became over enthusiastic and got caught. A few stitches and a black eye cured me from even thinking about screwing with the TV ever again.
This is why you need a man cave. The rest of the house is hers, that room is mine.
That pose reminds me of
