There’s something weird between my legs

by Lynn on January 5, 2010

I’m just sitting on the couch, minding my own business,
when someone squeezes between my knees:


Rather disturbing, no?


Then the staring begins.
Pet me. Pet me.
You. Must. Pet. Me.


I ignore her, because I am the alpha dog.
I don’t do what she tells me to do.
I do what I want to do.

She can’t barge between my legs and demand attention.
I need to teach her some manners.
Besides, her nose is darn cold.


Whoa, wait a second. She’s supposed to be disappointed.
She’s supposed to slink away and acknowledge my dominance.
She’s not supposed to get sleepy.


Apparently, I’m not an alpha dog.
I’m a bed.

Lesson learned.



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