Blurry eyed, I sit in my chair and turn on the news. And it starts.
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.
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ReplyDeleteI 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.
Bonnie
My pup is very similiar with the nagging and stuffing less toys. I can easily picture your morning...what a descriptive piece.
ReplyDeleteHow could anyone resist those big sad eyes. I liked how you two had this speechless dialogue.
ReplyDeleteWhat an adorable dog! My dog does NOT like when I am on my laptop... he does all of the same things yours does - minus the whine (I don't think my dog ever learned to bark, let alone whine - lucky me!). This is a great piece reminding me why I love my dog so much!
ReplyDeleteGreat slice. It is always humorous to write about our pet-children. They always crave our attention and it's a challenge to balance our needs with theirs. Crafty writing with the stop and go statements about her actions and yours. Awesome!
ReplyDeleteHow in the world do you get anything done? What a good story about your dog. It's such fun when they are so attuned to our movements, even if you peek at them out of the corner of your eye, they're up & bouncing/barking, ready for play. I can hear your dog going through the antics!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great snapshot of your fur baby. I'm writing this with my lab mix, Jack Black, waving his stuffing-less mixed up chameleon and whining in my ear!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great post! You did a great job of capturing the antics of your "fur-child". They bring such love and richness into our lives. You captured that connection the two of you share.
ReplyDeleteAs I was reading this, my grandson Riley was trying to get my attention (and succeeding, I must say) to show me how he can karate kick a balloon high up into the air. Dogs and children--two of a kind! Love the description you shared; thanks.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth E.