Saturday, the girls and I came back from a nine day road trip to the Black Hills. Sydney and Laddie were right there at the door to greet me, but Macalester had his snub on and refused to get near me. He loved on the kids, but I was definitely persona non grata.
After 10 minutes, Sydney decided I was not worthy to be in her presence, and gave me the cold shoulder. That, I totally expected, because that’s just the way The Squid rolls. But the Macalester snub really hurt.
However, Laddie was taking full advantage of the fact that the other dogs were ignoring me. He was right there next to me, jumping up on me, rubbing my legs, making sure I knew he still loved me and was glad I was back. He was glued to me, which actually started to become a problem because I was tripping over him!
At bedtime, Macalester decided I was good enough to sleep on, but not good enough for me to pet him. Sydney proceeded to use me like her personal sidewalk that night, hog the pillow, and lay her paws on my head. But, by morning, she decided I was to be forgiven — she gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and my nose before walking on top of me.
It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that Macalester decided he had punished me enough. He jumped up onto my lap, planted his head on my stomach, and demanded that I rub his ears for a good long time.
Sunday night, everyone slept in their places — including me, on the edge of the bed. All is fine with the Wall Scottie world — until I commit my next transgression. That will be this Saturday when I take them to the vet for their annual physicals and shots! Then I’ll be in the Dog House again.