Miss Shiva has now decided she is NOT a morning dog.
Every morning at about seven, one of us lets Bimmer and Shiva out for the morning constitutional (Kharma has to wait until we take her out on a leash as she will NOT refrain from cow-herding, even at seven in the morning . . . ).
Bimmer is ready to go anytime. Miss Shiva is still sleeping on the sofa. When she hears us coming through to the living room and asking Bimmer if he's ready to go out, she presses her head down into the sofa cushion and squeezes and squinches her eyes shut tight and pretends to be asleep. She'll stay that way, only venturing the tiniest peek out of one eye, until Bimmer is out and the door is shut behind him. Then she'll "wake up" and yawn and stretch and roll over on her back to have her belly tickled . . .
Kharma looks at her with great disdain . . .
Every morning at about seven, one of us lets Bimmer and Shiva out for the morning constitutional (Kharma has to wait until we take her out on a leash as she will NOT refrain from cow-herding, even at seven in the morning . . . ).
Bimmer is ready to go anytime. Miss Shiva is still sleeping on the sofa. When she hears us coming through to the living room and asking Bimmer if he's ready to go out, she presses her head down into the sofa cushion and squeezes and squinches her eyes shut tight and pretends to be asleep. She'll stay that way, only venturing the tiniest peek out of one eye, until Bimmer is out and the door is shut behind him. Then she'll "wake up" and yawn and stretch and roll over on her back to have her belly tickled . . .
Kharma looks at her with great disdain . . .