Let Sleeping dogs lie...

Mr. C and I have a fur baby TJ aka Bobo who is the muse behind my writings. While we both love and adore Bobo we've got a bit of a problem because ....he doesn't know he's a dog.

Bobo is a large 100 pound dog (who thinks he's human) with light blue eyes and a wide toothy grin only which can only be rivaled by one underwear loving Kao. I think that he may be a little spoiled....

In Bobo's world Mr. C aka poppa is the alpha who he has the utmost respect for. "Mim" is his playmate and his momma. She is also the one who gives him the most yummy treats but Grammy aka Mother is the LOVE of his life. When Grammy comes to visit, he spends all of his waking moments and many of his sleeping moments with her - both Mim and Poppa are simply ignored unless it's time to eat or go for walkies...

Last night Grammy and Bobo had their first fight and it was quite traumatic. Grammy is staying in the blue bedroom which he considers to be his and she got up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom and he decided he was going to stake his claim on the bed. He doesn't normally sleep in that room at night cause it's his sun room during the day while he waits for us to come home from work.

Apparently he lay across the bed so that she couldn't lie down comfortably and when she tried to get him to move, he growled and bared his teeth at his beloved. Grammy got scared and decided not to move him. She then decided to spent the rest of the night in a chair in the study. At 4am when I got up to use the facilities, I heard a noise and checked the bedroom and found her in the study and Bobo splayed across the bed. (No... he doesn't wear a nightgown to bed)

I attempted to move him and was treated to the same grumpy old man behaviour cause if it's one thing he hates - it's to be moved while he's trying to catch some zzz's.

After much moaning, wrangling and snapping of teeth (mine not his), he was off the bed and out of the room. He looked so hurt that he could barely looked at his beloved as he walked out of the room. Mother - forgetting that she was about to spend the night in the chair because of a dog - wanted to go after him and comfort him but I assured her that he'd be fine.

After getting her settled and getting me a drink of water, I went back to my room only to find Bobo splayed across my side of the bed on his back, legs in the air, looking at me askance from one eye as if to say - Biatch bring it on!