I have the company of two funny dogs during the day while staying at my brother’s house. Scooter is a slightly skittish little guy who occasionally shakes like a Chihuahua with DTs. Though outweighed by a good 40 pounds, he is the alpha — though he only exerts his authority once in a while. Crystal is a big Teddy Bear of a pit bull who likes attention. Lots of attention. She’s a bit on the thick side, or as they say on Craigslist, she’s a BBG.
This is me sitting in a recliner.
Crystal: Move over. I’m coming up.
Crystal: Move over.
Me: No, sit.
Crystal: (climbing up) Here I come.
Me: Down! (Apparently she flunked obedience class, because she continues her unrelenting climb, and she’s strong as heck)
Crystal: I told you … (she climbs on my lap — resistance is futile)
Me: Jeez, you weigh a ton
Crystal: More to love, baby
Me: (Sigh) Good thing I don’t have to be anywhere for a while.