Someone’s Sitting in My Chair…
Boz and Gracie, my beloved bullies, are never short of entertaining antics. So when my friend Nancy stopped by for the last slice of my homemade pumpkin pie, Boz took issue with the interloping nature (in his eyes) of her visit. First of all, I paid more attention to Nancy than to Lord Bosworth, and then she sat down in his captain’s chair, the one that faces me directly at the table, and provides a perfect platform for his ample chin, judgemental glare and incessant whimpering for a treat. The final insult came when he realized Nancy was eating his pumpkin pie. It must have been his, she was in his chair was she not? And the pie was on the table in his spot, the best corner of begging real estate in the house. Boz hopped up on the all-too-tiny, back-up chair to go eye to eye with this brazen little blonde hussy sitting in his chair, eating his pie.
Here’s how it went down.
Now as for Gracie, she greeted Nancy, backed in for a couple butt rubs, and then sashayed back to the arm chair for a few winks of beauty sleep and a couple dreams of beach time with Tillman, the World’s Fastest Skateboarding dog.