Mrs. Fusspot

That’s what we call our Rat Terrier, Cher.

Mrs. Fusspot.

Believe me, it fits. She wanders around the house, grumbling. Not whining, but grumbling.  It’s rather funny, to tell you the truth.

This morning, Jan left for work, leaving me and the two critters alone in the house, as usual.  So, after a nutritious breakfast of hot dogs, I sat down at my desk to check my email.

I hadn’t been at the desk long, when Mrs. Fusspot wanders into the office, grumbling as usual. At first, I didn’t think anything of it – until she continued to pace and fuss. I looked up, made eye contact, and watched as she went to the door and waited for me.

Being the well-trained human that I am, I followed her down the hallway to our bedroom. After a quick look, I realized why Cher was so put off – Nuggie was on Cher’s pillow, on Cher’s recliner.  The little brat came and got me, so she could TELL on the other dog!

As I’ve said before, I don’t have dogs…I have toddlers.

*sigh*