How I wish I could film the drama in my office. The pup lies beside my feet, occasionally licking my toes with her silky soft tongue. She's very relaxed. Until the black cat comes sauntering in. The cat has to hiss and swipe at the pup to keep her space. She settles on my desk, with the puppy looking longingly at her. It's amazing to see a little cat make this big dog submissive.
Then comes my old, old cat -- the tan one. He cries the whole time. He is terrified of the pup. All he wants is to be with me. But even he manages to keep the pup off. He sits on my lap, tries to take away my pen, but never relaxes. It's too much trouble to be down here ... he goes upstairs. Pup tries to follow. I tell her to stay. She does.
The black cat leaves as well.
The pup looks at me. I pet her. She settles back at my feet. No more drama.
I'm back to correcting lessons.
I can't believe how much in demand I am. I try to give each child, each pet some one-on-one time and there are simply not enough hours in the day and night for this. Sigh.