Mrs Bitey has been thoroughly spoilt in the past few weeks while we have been staying with the parents. Both parents are utterly bewitched by Bitey Charms and seem unable to refuse any of her demands.
Last night it was very cold in the Shire and Bitey, Granny and me were all ensconced in the lounge enjoying the warmth of the fire. There is an ancient and extremely comfortable recliner chair next to the radiator which is everyone’s favourite seat because it is so warm and expansive.
Unsurprisingly, Mrs B has taken a liking to the chair.
Granny also has a liking for the chair and moved said dog out of the way to claim ownership although Mrs B remained squeezed into the side of the chair. Granny didn’t mind this as Bitey is exceptionally warm. However, as the evening progressed, Mrs B began to retake the throne.
It started with subtle prods and kicks with her back legs. Then some squirming to try to manouver behind so that she could boot Granny out of the seat. When this failed, Mrs Bitey feigned heat stroke and began panting but refused to move an inch. The panting got worse and worse and Mrs B went from a refusal to seemingly being unable to move. In the end, Granny got a bit concerned and stood up in an attempt to encourage Bitey to get down and cool off. Wrong move.
Within seconds, the panting has magically disappeared and Mrs Bitey had swung around lying across the full length of the chair with her paws stretched out as far as they could go ready to ward off any attempts of anyone else sitting down with a hefty kick.
So Granny was relegated to the sofa and Mrs B reclined regally, occasionally deigning to glance up to give a gloating smirk.
And if that isn’t the behaviour of a spoilt doggy diva, then I don’t know what is.
