I'm making up...

I've spent the last 2 days being a 'lapdog' ...(shudder). By my own choice even. Normally I avoid laps like Puffy avoids baths. Laps move. They're hot. Lumpy. They BOTHER me. I prefer my own space on the ottoman or the back of the sofa or the far end of the sofa or the other sofa way across the room.

But, I screwed up royally Thursday night. Normally I get to sleep in the king size bed with my peeps. I snuggle up to the Mr. and put the smelly end over near HER and occasionlly give her a shovey with my hind leggies. When SHE gets up around 3am for her noctornal bathroom run, I always zip over to her side and stretch out in front of her pillow where it's nice n toasty. Then when she comes back to bed, I put on my magic weight gain and instantly gain like 100 lbs, making it near impossible to move me back into the middle.

Well, Thursday....I just wanted to let her know it was MY spot dang it...so I marked it...doggie style, right about where her ginormous rear would hit it when she came back. I seriously miss-judged the amount of drama that would cause. All the lights came on, snarling n growling commenced (from the Mr's side), name calling ...something like PEEPOT....little WITCH....(I think it was WITCH, coulda been a word that sounded like that too)...covers went flying all over the room, I went flying into my crate, doors slammed, the washy machine cranked up....it was quite the event!

The next day SHE diss-ed me. Turned her back on me and wouldn't speak to me all day. Needless to say, my wee feelings were crushed. Friday night I snuggled up to the Mr. all evening hoping he would choose ME over HER. I sat on his lap, snuggled up on his chest. Gave him soft woofy kisses. It didn't help. I still spent the night in jail. Puffy snickered all night. He CHOOSES to sleep in his crate, but then his door isn't slammed shut n locked either.

So today, I've sat on HER lap. I never ever sit on her lap. She gets up n down all the time. But like the suck up I'm trying to be, everytime she plopped down, I crawled right up on her lap. At least she didn't toss me off (which I actually expected).

I'm just sayin'......sometimes....yah just grovel a little to get back in HER good graces. And hopefully back into the big bed. I think the jury is still out on that. I heard the Mr. say it took 3 times in the dryer to get the comforter dry. And he sounded a bit annoyed.

So I'm really pouring it on thick with HER. She's actually a softer touch than the Mr. I know I bothered her with my pitiful crying last night. She had to get up and get her IPOD to go to sleep.

If this doesn't work, I may need lock picking lessons so I can escape my crate.