Friday, March 18, 2011
Dance With the Red Dog
She sits at my feet, giving me puppy dog eyes. I try to ignore her. I read blog comments from yesterday, check my Facebook and Twitter feeds.
A little whine...
I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She stands. The whine gets a little louder. She moves closer to the chair. Soon her head is on my lap, so she can really guilt me with those puppy dog eyes. I can't take it anymore and put my laptop on the end table.
Success! Chloe flies into my lap--all 50 pounds of her. I feel the rocker go back, but right itself again. She licks my ears and snuggles into my lap. For about 30 seconds....
She's down again.
I get a fresh cup of coffee and settle back into my chair. Chloe's back. She sits, she whines, but this time she has something with her. She flops her stuffingless weasel into my lap, wanting to play. I pretend I don't notice. She picks it up and gives it a little toss in the air, as if to say, "See how much fun this is!" She nudges it back into my lap. I continue to ignore her. She leaves.
Just as I pick up the laptop, she's back with her ball. I ignore her. She gives up and just sits and cries at my feet. A little whiny bark. Soon the head is in my lap, big sad eyes looking up at me. I put the laptop down again and up she jumps. This time she settles in for good.