My daughter’s Dachsi acts as a plate trivot, when I eating in my recliner. I just set my warm plate on her. She doesn’t move until I’m done. Passive begging for a job well done, I guess. Most of the time she jams herself between me and the chair arm. She likes ‘warm’.
I was a preachers kid, and always ‘odd man out’. With me, after years of abuse from a cliche, it went off the rails one winter night a year after high school, on an icy road. One of them thought it was a good idea to run up on me and eventually bump my car. What I did, caused him to lose control. When I came back that way an hour later, his car was buried up to the floor pan, facing the wrong way, in the median. It was still there two days later because of a hard freeze. When I saw him at work 2 days after, he identified himself as the driver. I said I was glad he was OK, but then I told him that we’re not in school. I no longer had to answer to my teachers, or principal, or my parents. And if he, or Any of that group messed with me, or my girl, or Anyone I cared about again, it would not end as well as it did that night. I made a finger gun at him, and then I walked away. I never had any interaction with any of them again.
Taking my girl to the vet in a little bit to get her stitches removed. Somehow, Somewhere in the yard chasing Something, she tore a 5 inch flap in her side under her foreleg. Looked all over. STILL can’t find what she did it on. The joys of being owned by a dog.
Happy Birthday!