My lap was formerly occupied by a cat, who was excused by Kona Bear |
This is Kona's "Look of Concern" |
Kona Bear, my St. Bernard, cannot even begin to accept that it is okay for other mammals to love me. Cat on my lap? Kona gives me the "Look of Concern" and scoots in her big butt. My daughter wanting a hug? Kona is right there. I go say "hi" to our chinchilla? There is a very miffed St. Bernard huffing her displeasure. My husband dares to lie down next to me on the bed? Kona Bear bounds up onto the bed and settles right in the middle. There. Will. Be. No. Cuddling. With. Other. Creatures.
She is also not accepting of my need to be in rooms with closed doors without her. She sticks her snout down to the crack between the door and floor. I can hear the huff of disapproval. Jealous, much? (Although, if there is another dog around, I am pretty much dirt. She has her priorities.)
Not only is she jealous, she is a coward. I knocked my water bottle off the night stand the other night. It made a large clatter as it fell to the floor. Kona was asleep on the floor by my bed. (She didn't need to be in the bed because my husband wasn't there.) She took off like a shot with her tail between her legs. I saw her look over her shoulder as she galloped way. Really?! I had my suspicions she wasn't all that tough, but that was ridiculous. She is a giving her breed a bad name. All that stuff about rescuing stranded travelers in the mountains is not her idea of a good time. She'd tell St. Bernard, the monk that started the breed, "Nah, I'm good here on the couch." or whatever it is that monk's sit on when they are not involved in other monk-type activities.
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