Saturday, February 11, 2006
I Give Up
My dog travels back and forth from house to house with my girl. When he comes back here, he wants a lot of attention. I've spent weeks yelling at him to stay off the couch when I'm sitting here in the evenings. He whines. He sneezes at me. He wedges himself in a couple of inches of space between me and the arm of the couch and then twists around and types on the keyboard with his claws. The more I scold him, the more he bothers me. I finally decided to give up. Now he comes up onto the couch, snuggles up to me, settles in and sits quietly. (Except right now where he appears to be trying to eat the string of the hood on my hoodie.) He never used to be so snuggly. I guess he misses me when he's gone.