Monday, February 8, 2010

Sharing

As you may have gathered by now, I'm not much of a sharer.  I like my napping spaces to myself, or if necessary manipulate them to my maximum comfort.  Last week the lady and the dude let some over-tanned dog into the house and it's been here for days.  They call him Bosco.  He steals my toys, gets half of the attention, takes my favorite napping spots, and as far as can tell isn't providing much in return.  I suppose he's cute enough, but he's not really my type.

I've had about enough when this morning he had the audacity to weasel his way onto the bed.  Attempting to keep the situation peaceful I gave him the stink-eye.  (Different from the crook-eye).

 

When this didn't seem to have much affect I considered my options.  I realized it was much to early to bother with showing him who was boss. So, I figured, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

 

But I wasn't happy about it.

Friday, February 5, 2010

My Chair

Just so you know, this is my chair.  Not the lady's chair, not the dude's chair.  It's where I keep an eye out on the neighborhood through my window, and my preferred daytime napping spot.  You're welcome to visit my house, but you may not sit my chair.