The thing that gets me through summer is knowing that shorter, cooler days are coming. The shortness is arriving . . the coolness . . not so much! It takes me a little while to get used to being up an hour or so before daylight. Once it gets cooler, I’ll hit the deck running and not be such a sleepyhead.
This morning I was sitting in the living room . . thinking about what I was going to do this morning. I know I’m taking Rita to the vet for shots, but I was thinking about that when I noticed she was growling.
Rita has the entire sofa where she could be sleeping. She can sleep on the sofa, on the back of the sofa, in her bed on the sofa. Speck cannot jump up on the sofa. Where was Rita? In Speck’s bed and she wouldn’t let him in. He was on the floor in front of the bed and she didn’t even want him there. Even with me reprimanding her, she almost refused to get out of his bed.
Poor old Speck. I told Vince . . when we leave them alone, she probably tortures him. How can such a sweet, little girl be so darned bossy? And Speck . . he would take your hand off if you bother him, but he’s a coward where Rita is concerned. Stand up for yourself, dude! If he would growl back at her, she’d tuck her tail and run.