The dog thinks she will be taking my place soon. She has tried to getty on up to my pillow slowly, but surely through the night. She thinks I don’t notice, but there is one fatal flaw in her plan of the sneak attack. Kerry snores. You might be aware of that if you are familiar with my previous work—mainly other facebook status updates—well this dog is not a fan either (maybe she really could take my place- I digress.) When he gets particularly heinous and loud, she lets out an annoyed growl. This noise alerts me to her position which is mere inches from my pillow. Thankfully allowing me to take anti pillow theft actions.
Not cool dog, not cool. I don’t share pillows. Here is where I try to make it seem like maybe Kerry’s snoring isn’t so bad afterall because it’s like an antitheft device for my pillow, but it’s almost like the keyboard won’t make those words type out here. Oh, well I can only do so much when there is a tech malfunction such as that.
What’s In A Name?
I should also fill you in on the fact that her full name is Sunny Hunny Bunny. My youngest has said it and thus, it is so. Occasionally she does shorten it to Sun Hun Bun, but when I try that it doesn’t go over well. Not with the people around us, nor with the actual dog that I imagine just wishes she could be called Spot or Max for the love of Milk Bones.
On the way to daycare this morning things took a serious turn. Sophie called an important meeting by uttering the words “I have something to say,” in a serious tone. Nina and I exchanged a look. From the look I imagine we both were thinking “we can tell you have something to say because you’re doing that thing people do when they have things to say…namely talking.” However her hands were folded in a businesslike way and both of us waited for the impressive announcement which was to follow. “We need to get a dog.” That was the announcement.
I glanced at Nina. Any backup I had from the previous glance had receded. I could tell it was up to me. “You would have to vacuum everyday,” says I. “No, I wouldn’t. I’m a kid. I don’t know how,” returns she. Inadvertently hitting the nail on the head. Thankfully the biggest plane she had ever seen (it was soooo not) flew across the sky at that moment and Sophie side tracked herself by making Nina jealous that she couldn’t see it.
Sorry Nina, in hindsight the relief I felt for moving on to the plane even with the frustration it caused you, seems wrong. I can’t put my finger on why, but it feels a little traitor-like. Sure, I owed you one for abandoning me on the dog issue, but I guess that’s to be expected to a degree. We have a better chance of getting a plane (you would totally be able to see it than and it would be the biggest ever) than a dog at the moment.