Come to think of it, my Neechee acted that way for about the last year of his life - but it escalated during that last month. He was 17 years old - almost 18 when he died.
He, too, became a real stinker! And yes, he got away with EVERYTHING. Including complete and total disregard for "my food" and "your food". It was all his, and despite being nearly blind, would find your and bark to "have a bite". (A really bad habit my mom and dad taught him.) I got married about three months before he passed, and he escalated the "stinker" routine quite a bit.
What always amazed me was that he was extremely well behaved when not at home. He had a stroke the year before he died, and from that point on, I took him with me everywhere. At church, I'd spread his blanket under the pew in front of me, and he'd lie down and sleep throughout the service. I was in a lengthy recovery from a second spinal surgery, so I didn't go much of anywhere. But any trip I took with my parents, he went right along, and was happy as long as I was there.
He would "lose" me some times and bark for rescue (even though we lived in a sitting room, bedroom, and bathroom on a separate floor of my parents' house). Not a worried bark or frantic or anything - more of a "Where the hell are you?" bark.
The week before he had his second and final stroke, the four of us (parents and hubby and I) had taken a trip to Shreveport to visit my uncle and drive back a load of furniture from my grandmother's estate. Neechee was content and happy - he rode in a laundry basket between the seats of the U-Haul with his blanket.
Ah, I still miss the little stinker.
He, too, became a real stinker! And yes, he got away with EVERYTHING. Including complete and total disregard for "my food" and "your food". It was all his, and despite being nearly blind, would find your and bark to "have a bite". (A really bad habit my mom and dad taught him.) I got married about three months before he passed, and he escalated the "stinker" routine quite a bit.
What always amazed me was that he was extremely well behaved when not at home. He had a stroke the year before he died, and from that point on, I took him with me everywhere. At church, I'd spread his blanket under the pew in front of me, and he'd lie down and sleep throughout the service. I was in a lengthy recovery from a second spinal surgery, so I didn't go much of anywhere. But any trip I took with my parents, he went right along, and was happy as long as I was there.
He would "lose" me some times and bark for rescue (even though we lived in a sitting room, bedroom, and bathroom on a separate floor of my parents' house). Not a worried bark or frantic or anything - more of a "Where the hell are you?" bark.
The week before he had his second and final stroke, the four of us (parents and hubby and I) had taken a trip to Shreveport to visit my uncle and drive back a load of furniture from my grandmother's estate. Neechee was content and happy - he rode in a laundry basket between the seats of the U-Haul with his blanket.
Ah, I still miss the little stinker.
