Perils of Pet Ownership

[kate_nepveu]

Here's one of the perils of pet ownership they don't tell you about: what if your pet loves someone else better, and that someone else is out of town?

Well, just now at Chateau Steelypips, Emmy is lying stretched out on her side, head down on the floor, looking as abject as possible, and MOANING over and over.

I call her over to be petted and she ignores me. She'd rather just lie there and moan, as though that would magically produce Chad from across state lines.

(Since typing the initial words of this post, I have made the grave error, from a long-term perspective, of giving her some treats in a Kong—not to reward her, but just to occupy her, not that she'll know that.)

Arrrrgh.

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[leighdb.livejournal.com]

Our family dog Holly was like that with my sister Liz. I mean, she loved all of us, but it was Liz she insisted on sleeping with at night.

It was hilarious, too, because we all knew where we were on the Sleeping With Hierarchy. If Liz was unavailable, I was next choice. After me was my parents' bed, and last came Kate (my youngest sister, not you, of course).

I think this may have had at least a little to do with the degrees of how kicky/tossy each of us were in the bed, though. Sharing a bed with Kate can be an... acrobatic experience.