*Once* when Odin was about a year old, I wanted him to move over so I could stretch my legs.
So he was unceremoniously tossed off the couch and we had an intense 15 minute obedience refresher in the living room.
He was then sent to the dog sofa for a half hour time out.
Almost 2 1/2 years later, all I have to do is say Bubby, move, very quietly and does.
It’s my damn couch and his *privilege* is to be on it with me.
He’s got to assume that in all things.
I don’t care what kind of wonderful fun or delicious food or toy he’s got in his mouth, if I say give it up, he does.
He knows its “mine”, really.
That mess with the Mastiff is not going to end well for either of them.
Never get more dog than you can handle.