ksmith | (no subject)

Firecracker angst last night. King grew restless and tried to crawl into my lap as I worked. I cleared junk off the couch so he could lay beside me, but that didn't work for long because he wanted to rest his front legs across my lap. Then he wanted to stand behind me and climb over the back of the couch, and that wasn't going to work, either. He finally settled in behind the couch.

In the meantime, I had invited Gaby up on the couch in the interest of fairness. She curled up beside me, and things stayed quiet until the boomers got real loud and King awoke and tried to crawl in my lap again. I finally fled to my room and closed the door. Bumping and scraping were heard as both dogs settled down in front of the door. The hall was dark cave-like enough that King settled, and I managed to work for a couple of hours.

The odd boomer again this morning. King is again behind the couch. Woofs have been heard. Dreaming.

Gaby, meanwhile, paced from bed to bed, then stood in front of the couch and stared at me. I moved the tissue box--allergies--and up she came. Curled up in a couple of different spots before finding the right one. She's fast asleep, too. I have a feeling I will regret letting her get away with this, but. If they do something once and they like it, it's a tradition.