July 11, 2019

White Dog stood patiently for a long time before she looked up at Steve, sitting at his desk, and gave a little bark. "Oh, Baby Girl, let's see if we can get Pearl to return your bed to you."

Pearly was comfortably sprawled in WD's sleeping area such that there was no room to even share. She was not inclined to get up even when Steve asked her nicely. "Come on Pearl, you can sleep two feet away on the burgundy bed; it is exactly like White Dog's and can both be happy."

Pearl looked at the empty couch and up at Steve. "It is HER bed." Slowly, Pearl stood and stretched on the closet bed, she circled, she paused dramatically, THEN took the step from the grey bed to the red where she made a point of getting settled.

White Dog politely waited. Just as she was about to slip into her own bed, Bella scooted around her and plopped at the end of the bed.  WD looked at Steve in frustration.

"Bells! You just heard me tell Pearl to vacate. Now, you as well!" I signaled for Bella to come and take her usual spot next to my chair by my desk. "Need you to help me post the blog," I whispered to her and she cuddled close happy to be the chosen supervisor.

At last.