Hello, I’m Eggnog! It’s been awhile since I’ve had the chance to write a post for Carol’s blog. I was supposed to write the Wordless Wednesday post the past two weeks, but Sherman kept pleading to take my turn. Don’t let “The General” fool you – he’s a big baby.
Now that the platform is mine, I would like to take this opportunity to put my brothers, Walter and Sherman, on notice.
STAY OFF OF THE BED. It’s mine.
The bed is mine, boys. I’m the one that gets to sleep with our moms every night. I cuddle up right next to Little Mom’s pillow and dream of chasing squirrels and barking at the next door neighbor [who I deplore]. It’s pure bliss.
You boys are young and rowdy which is why you sleep in your crates. You like your crates and I think that’s great. But when the two of you get up in the morning you seem to be under the mistaken impression that you are welcome to come nap on the bed. Let me dispel you of that notion: You’re not.
I thought that my charging you while snarling and barking ferociously would be enough of a hint. But you don’t seem to understand such subtleties. Instead, you cuddle up next to Little Mom, Sherman, taking MY SPOT! And you crawl under the covers, Walter, squeezing in the crook of Little Mom’s knees, so the only spot left for me is at the foot of the bed.
You tell me I get to sleep with them all night and it’s your turn. But you’re destroying my morning. And that’s why I’m telling you now that it’s MY bed and you’re NOT welcome. STAY. OFF.
If you don’t, I’m going to pee on Ethel’s costumes and tell her you boys did it.