Chase, my super smart dog that can hear, hates the camera. She usually darts away when I start firing. I think the noise bothers her. Whereas the BDD could care less about the noise. She was so sleepy last night, she didn’t bother moving. For anything. Well, if I had said “grandpa” or “frisbee” she’d shot up from her spot on the couch. But I didn’t. I took advantage of it.
After paying attention to me for 30 seconds and deciding the camera wasn’t a threat, she curled up. Into a cuddle bug. That’s what the hubs and I call it.
She becomes a ball of fur. Like a Popple. Man, I loved my Popple. He was white with a blue belly and orange hair. But I like this furry Popple much much better. Because she tucks her nose in her tail. For warmth? For the heckuvit? Because she can? We’ll never know.
“Food Lady, can’t you see I’m trying to get some rest here?” She means business. So I went back to the deaf dog. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.