Molly has a new goal in life.
She’s our rescue Yorkie, and as I’ve mentioned before, she’s the Queen of the Castle around here. For some reason, Queen Molly noticed G-Man going to bed before I did the night of the big snow storm. She must have decided it was too cold for me to be up, so she barked. And barked.
Not her soft little whisper barks, either. They were sharp, “Get with it!” barks.
And every night since, she’s sharpened her approach.
Last night G-Man headed up, and I watched Ms. Queenie, who was snoozing on the couch. She heard the doggie gate close and came instantly awake. Jumping off the couch, she stalked around a moment, circled, then started telling me what to do.She circles and barks, “Time to go to bed.”
As soon as I get up, she dashes for the gate.
Where she circles some more. (Makes you wonder why she doesn’t get dizzy, doesn’t it?)
She gets very serious. Very, very serious! “If you don’t open this gate and go to bed right now, I might bite you on the ankle, and in a week or so when you notice that bite, you could get really upset.
So I open the gate and she flies up the stairs, moving too quickly to get a pic. First she stops in one of the boy’s rooms and eyes the bed. I tell her, “No way, Jose!”
This is Madame Queen in her “bed” I made for her upstairs from a towel. Apparently it doesn’t make her happy enough, because when I got up this morning at 4 am, I found her downstairs.
Back on the couch where she was when all this started, taking a royal snooze.
Does anyone else let their critters take over and rule their homes? Are we the only people who have a pooch who is the boss and thinks she should be the TV star?
Are we the only people in the world who believe it when their dog tells them they’ll be sorry if they don’t obey???