A Cunning Plan

Nothing much of note has happened in the last week so this will be short.

I let my dog nap on the bed in the evenings.  It ensures she stays out of trouble and I like the companionship.  She doesn’t spend the entire night as she wriggles and I’m a light sleeper.  Last night I asked her to get down, as she knows she should, when I went to bed.  She was having none of it.  She curled up tightly and starting wagging her tail as if she was thinking “I bet I can stay up here if I’m really cute.”  I picked her up, still in a ball, and gently placed her in her own rather plush bed.  She was so annoyed her plan hadn’t worked that she actually curled up again, with her face away from me.  I tried to scratch her belly, which always works, and she wanted nothing to do with me.  My dog was pouting!  I nearly fell over, I laughed that much.