Queen Beatrice has decided that she must be able to see me at all times, so she follows me everywhere I go, from room to room. She plants herself outside the bathroom door, under the dining room table, or at the edge of the kitchen, wherever I'm working.
Yesterday I was home all day, and everywhere I went I saw her little face, eyes on me at all times. I think I could get used to this kind of adoration.
As I folded laundry on the dining room table:
As I made coffee:
As I organized the closet, putting away summer clothes:
As I ironed:
As I unloaded the dishwasher:
As I made dinner:
And then there's Moby. He's far too busy to care where his people are.
10 comments:
Oh my gosh, that's so cute! She must love you!
That is adoreable! I need someone to love me like that! SZ
Why am I ALWAYS saying "dusville" to you? You must think I'm an idiot. Why did I think BB was red & white? She IS a tri-color! YAY! Welcome to the tri-color club! I like them because they are "different."
And you IRON?
ME,TOO! I love you!
Chelsea lays like that when I have her tied up to the kitchen table (because she is not to be trusted, running about in the house on her own, yet) and she makes this very high whistle/whine and I say "whatsa matta?" and we keep it up like that for awhile.
kisses to you & B.
Cheryl
I want BB!!!
Awww, that is just like a corgi! Always there, being a skinny rug at your feet!
By the way, I love your shoes in the first picture. They look so cute! Sheri
So...is B a Cardigan? I see she has a tail. Chelsea is a Pembroke & her tail is bobbed. There is a ban in europe- I didn't want it done, it was already done. I expect the US to follow Europe's example.
Fabulous pictures, a real chronicle of the day's happenings. She is so sweet and OMG, such adoration ! You just can't ask for anything more. And I think you found a husband who loves you almost as much.
Awwww. Warm fuzzies. Ya know what's really weird? One of our cats does the same exact thing. He follows us around, plops down outside the bathroom till we're done with business, plants himself at our feet while we're cooking (and more than once has been trampled). When we sit down on the couch he has to be on our lap. It is totally weird. He's a dog. Seriously, he's just trapped in a cat's body.
Oooo the baby doll...SO sweet!!
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