Earlier this week, I woke up and made my way to the living room. That happens every day here, but this time, there was something different. Bunny had taken over the end of the couch that Flattery usually occupies, which left Flattery sleeping on the dog bed. This was not acceptable and she was determined to do something about it. A stand off ensued that had me chuckling to myself most of the morning.
It was soon evident that she had no intention of getting Bunny to move off the couch. No, her target was my husband, probably because he was occupying the space on the couch that she considers hers. Lately, she has been particularly possessive of that spot. My husband even tried to lure her over to the chair the other night and she was having none of it. That spot has some sort of special significance for her, or she’s just become extra determined lately.
First, she stood with her nose inches from his and stared at him. Mr. Taleteller pretended to be asleep, but soon, nervous laughter gave him away. He wasn’t fooling anyone. Flattery was not amused. She stood there staring intently for several minutes before deciding another tactic was required.
She tried the bathroom emergency ploy, but she had just been out an hour before. My husband was determined not to give up the spot. Flattery was determined to have it. Only one of them was going to come out the winner. She walked over to his chair and sniffed at it, even acting like she might hop up there on her own, but it didn’t have the desired effect.
Next, she tried employing my assistance, giving me one of her saddest faces. It should have been on a fundraising poster, it was that sad and pathetic. Unfortunately, I’m not big enough to push him off the couch for her, and I wouldn’t have if I could. We humans are outnumbered here, we have to stick together.
Eventually, the clock came to her rescue. Mr. Taleteller had to get up to start his day. Flattery got into that spot in record time. She was still there when I got home eight hours later. All night she laid there holding on to it. Eventually, the cool night air motivated her to come join us in the bedroom a few hours before it was time for the whole process to start again.
I’m not sure why she’s so crazy for that spot right now, or if it will stay her favorite place. What I do know is that she considers it a victory every time she gets it back. In a way, it’s a gift that keeps on giving. She gets to feel like she won every time she gets it back, and my husband feels like he won when he keeps it until he’s ready to give it up. I guess the winner of the stand off depends on your perspective, but if everybody is happy, I guess you can’t ask for more.