During the past holiday weekend, the girls got rather spoiled by getting to go somewhere with us almost every day. Even Morgan went with Mr. Taleteller on a few late night errand runs. By Sunday, I thought they’d be tired of going out and about with us, but I was mistaken. Flattery, in particular, was determined to keep me under her paw and keep an eye on me.
Sunday morning when she noticed the routine that meant we were starting to get ready to go, she went into extra clingy mode. When I opened the bathroom door after my shower, she was laying on her dog bed right outside my door. After I was finished, I had to climb over her and then she got up to follow me to the bedroom. Then she followed me to the living room, back to the bathroom, to the kitchen and back to the living room yet again.
I sat down in my chair to get comfortable while I waited for Mr. Taleteller to finish getting ready. Not two seconds after I sat down, Flattery came over to remind me of how much she loves me and how I’m her favorite person in the whole, wide world. She was insistent that I pay attention to her and not the iPad or the phone or the television. Flattery needed front and center stage and she was going to have it. Not only was she pressing her little body close to mine, she was pushing her head against my leg, hand or chest the entire time. Then she started licking my hand, a sign of affection that she rarely shows. I think it’s only the second time this year that she’s done it, and the first time I’d been handling bacon.
Since she was in such an affectionate mood, I moved to my husband’s chair, which she can climb into as well. I wasn’t even finished putting the footrest out when she was in my lap, curling up and making herself comfortable. That’s when I realized what was going on. She had me pinned down and I wasn’t going anywhere without her. Before I could get up, she had to get up. I was a prisoner, forced to endure her snuggles and more random hand kisses.
Fortunately, our plan was to take Bunny and Flattery with us all along. When my husband called her from the back door, she jumped off me like a diving board and practically flew to the back door. No one can accuse her of any lack in the enthusiasm department. Bunny, on the other hand, sat poised on the couch waiting to see if I was going, too. If I wasn’t going, she wasn’t going, but when I said “let’s go” she hopped right up and went to the door, too.
I guess the long and short of it is that Flattery has figured out that I am her ticket to ride. If I’m going, there’s a much greater chance that she is going. Being the clever little detective that she is, she knows this, too. Truth be told, I don’t mind, at least, not until she physically blocks my way out the back door when she’s not going. Taking her along is always an adventure and we all have more fun when she’s along for the ride.