I also had a roommate whose 3 dogs listened to me but not to her. When she entered the kitchen while I was having my meal she asked me how I managed to get the dogs to behave so well. I said I talk to them, and told her how, what they listen to.
When I entered the kitchen while she was eating, the maltese was on the table and the other 2 had their forepaws up on it as she gave little nibbles of food to them while she ate.
One day I fell and hit my head really hard, went to lay down my room with an ice pack and when I got up I couldn’t open my door because the golden retriever was laying against it, if he could he would’ve been in my room comforting me.
When I moved out to my own apartment I grieved for those dogs, their miserable existence, in a mansion, sure but with someone who kept them as a status symbol and nothing else. She wasn’t affectionate with them at all.
I also had a roommate whose 3 dogs listened to me but not to her. When she entered the kitchen while I was having my meal she asked me how I managed to get the dogs to behave so well. I said I talk to them, and told her how, what they listen to.
When I entered the kitchen while she was eating, the maltese was on the table and the other 2 had their forepaws up on it as she gave little nibbles of food to them while she ate.
One day I fell and hit my head really hard, went to lay down my room with an ice pack and when I got up I couldn’t open my door because the golden retriever was laying against it, if he could he would’ve been in my room comforting me.
When I moved out to my own apartment I grieved for those dogs, their miserable existence, in a mansion, sure but with someone who kept them as a status symbol and nothing else. She wasn’t affectionate with them at all.