It was late. Jesse claimed her spot on the bed. I didn’t want her to sleep on the bed. She wiggles too much at night. I told her to get down. She resisted. I insisted. She complied, reluctantly, but when I closed the door, she was still standing right on the other side of it looking up at me. I got to sleep by myself.
Next morning though, when I walked through the house, I discovered dog poop on the floor in the front room. Dog poop on the floor doesn’t happen at our house. They have a dog door and a yard. I got a bag and picked it up. It wasn’t soft and fresh like “I just woke up and tried to make it to the door, but I just couldn’t get there in time.” No. It was dried up dog poop that had been there all night. I surmise that as soon as I kicked her out of the bedroom she walked into the front room and punished me.
So, yes. Lesson learned. “Don’t disappoint Jesse!”