My perfectly behaved little baby, the one I've bragged on so much, has decided to feel his oats this week. And of course, when I see his little devil horns perk up, all I can do is laugh. Which Kevin says is not helping matters at all, but who can resist? Usually when you tell him to go to his crate because you're leaving, he'll march right in and lie down. Now, when he sees us getting dressed to leave, he hides under the daybed. When you call him to come to his crate, he gets this defiant look and won't budge. We have to drag him in there. And if he's on the daybed and we tell him to get down (he's quite the bed hog and won't lie still) he plants his feet like a mule and it takes both of us to extract him from the bed. Kevin's keeping a tight rule on being the alpha, but when he's back at work, mommy's going to have to get tough. How will I ever pull it off?