The other afternoon when I got home started out pretty much the same as usual. I got home, took the dogs out and fed them, then started my Mr. Rodger’s routine of getting comfortable at home after a day of work. That means that I head to the bedroom, since that’s where I keep my clothes and shoes.
This is probably Bunny’s favorite part of the day, because she likes to follow me in there and hop up on the bed. She’ll make herself really comfortable and then give me the doe eyes, knowing I’m helpless to resist curling up with her and rubbing her belly for a few minutes. That’s a pretty regular part of our weekday routine.
Sometimes, Flattery decides to join us in there, too. It’s a little weird, but she seems to have a strong preference for spending time in the living room while Bunny likes the bedroom better. There are days when Flattery decides that she just needs some extra me time, though, and she joins us. That’s where we found ourselves the other day. Bunny was ensconced on the bed up by the pillows and I sat down beside her. Flattery sprawled out on the lower part of the bed.
When Flattery came in, Bunny and I were already comfortable on the bed. She decided that she needed to be a little silly to get my attention, so she started into her tried and true “pay attention to me” routine. If you saw it for the first time, you might think she was having a seizure. She rolls over on her back, wiggling this way and that, with a few air snaps added in for effect.
Normally, this makes us laugh and then Flattey does get petted, so it has its desired outcome. Unfortunately, this time, she miscalculated and rolled right off the bed and onto the dog bed. She then did the only thing she could do to stay cool and walked out of the room with total disdain. I can’t lie, I laughed like a loon, and apparently that wasn’t okay during her unplanned moment of uncoolness.
After I composed myself, I came to the living room where she was laying on the couch, pretending the incident in the bedroom had never happened. Fortunately, she doesn’t hold a grudge and after a little attention on the couch, she was back to being her silly self. I wish that I had her ability to shake things off and forget my embarrassment with just a belly rub. Sometimes it’s good to be a dog.