Earlier this week, I went with Mr. Taleteller and Küster to one of their public appearances for the SAR group. Since it was a weeknight, it meant less time at home with the girls, which I hate, but we weren’t out late by any means. I was feeling a little guilty, though, because Bunny had been extra clingy before I left and I realized she was needing a little me time.
When we got home, I needed to get a blog post done, but Bunny was still feeling needy. As soon as I went into the bedroom to pit my shoes away and get some more comfortable ones, she hopped up on the bed and gave me her imploring “snuggle with me” look, so I spent a little time loving on her before getting ready to come to the living room. I had a flash of brilliance and told her that I’d sit on the couch and write if she wanted to snuggle.
As I walked into the living room, I found that Flattery was already ensconced on one end of the couch. I sat down in the middle of the couch beside her and Bunny hopped up on the other side and made herself comfortable. It was like sitting between a pair of bookends who both had identical mirror poses in repose. I picked up the iPad and started typing.
That’s when I glanced over and made eye contact with Bunny. She was giving me the full on big saucer doe eyes and I set the iPad down so I could reach over and stroke her shoulder and chin. Her eyes closed in contentment and her head dropped to the couch. I stopped petting her and picked up the tablet to start typing again. One sentence in, and she was giving me that compelling look again. I got a paragraph of three sentences done that way.
At that point, I looked over to find Flattery giving me a meaningful glance, almost a glare, if you will. I reached over to pet her in the same way I’d been petting Bunny. Sure enough, Bunny opened her eyes and caught me, and there I was, stuck in the middle between two divas and not getting any typing done. I threatened to leave the couch and go to my chair, but they were not deterred.
I’m not going to lie to you, folks. Sometimes it’s hard to be a blogger. There is a lot of multitasking I can do, but I require my hands for most of it. Flattery decided to take it up a notch and turned around to rest her head on my chest while I typed. Then she started head bumping it when I quit petting her to type. I’m a lucky girl to have this kind of help, I suppose. No wonder writing my posts has started taking longer. I say no to them about so many things, but I’m helpless to resist them when all they want is love. When they started pulling out the gentle kisses, a very rare form of affection to be graced with for a Greyhound person, I decided that maybe it was time to wave my white flag and just give them what they wanted, especially since I wanted the same thing.
The life of a dog blogger isn’t always glamorous or exciting, but it is always full of love and devotion.