What’s up with the pets?
Christian is cold
Originally uploaded by Pirate Alice.
So, I go into the kitchen, grab my breakfast and I come back into the dining room to see P-Dog laying in front of the heat vent. He may be a P-Dog but he’s not dumb. He knows where to be for the largest amount of warmth.
However, prior to going to Italy he used to sleep on the bed with us, now he wont even come upstairs. I wonder what happened to make him afraid of the bedroom, much less the bed. Last night I could hear him whining downstairs so I called out to him. He climbed the stairs and stood about two paces from the bed and barked at me. I practically BEGGED him to come get on the bed, but he turned and went back downstairs. What’s up with this dog?
This is what I think happened while I was gone.
Mabel: Hey, loser, I’m in charge up here. This room is MY DOMAIN, the bed… MINE. If you don’t want me to bite your ears off, you’d better stay downstairs.
Christian: What? Are you talking to me? I’m a dog, I don’t understand you.
Mabel: *CHOMP*
Christian: YIPE YIPE YIPE!
Mabel: You were warned, stay away.
Yeah, I think that’s what happened. He’s been very sensitive by his ears. And Mabel, she’s totally become queen of the bed and all of upstairs. She walks around like she owns the place. She even lets Yo Master D PET HER! What’s next?
