While we were getting ready for bed, and Rooney was already settled into her new place in bed with us, Andy looked at her and called it, "her new normal." That's precisely what it has become. Jack doesn't seem to mind at all. He is not big on jumping more than a few inches off the ground, so the three other beds he has to choose from on the floor are just fine with him. Plus, he has his very own pillow on which to lay his giant head.
The problem remains, for me - the one with the bladder the size of a grape - what to do when I return to bed after a bathroom break and Rooney is sprawled out in my space. She is immovable. Cannot be moved. Won't move.
So, we have created another "new normal." Rooney gets a cookie if she wakes up and moves her ass over. I am not a stupid human. I suspect she is feigning sleep so I will give her a cookie. Then she is miraculously wide awake and knows precisely what to do to get the thing. Sheesh....
Boo! has her own "new normal." Andy said she is too smart for her own good. Boo! is not waiting at the bedroom door in the morning. She waits until Andy gets up, makes his coffee and returns to take a shower. That is when she is on target; ready to zoom into the room and onto the bed to smother me with kisses and head rubs so I wake up and pay attention to her. I love all of my kids, but this teeny, tiny wonder has a very special place in my heart.
I don't play favorites. I don't. I make sure each one knows they are loved just because. I love Chance's cute little face, Finn's sweet nature, Dash's beauty and grace, Fancy's - well - Fancy is my soul mate. Eli tries so hard to dominate me it gets a little challenging, but I love him in spite of it.
Rooney is the sweetheart of the family. She is Andy's girl, but I love her just the same. Jack knows I count on him. The other night, Andy wasn't home, and Rooney started barking at the living room window. Jack was asleep on the couch, perfectly content to let his sister do the guarding. I called to him. He lifted his head and said, "What?" I responded, "Jack, are you going to let Rooney handle this by herself? Go see what's going on." At that point , he hauled himself grudgingly off the couch and went in to see for himself. I asked and he answered.
It is easy for me to give Copper all of the attention he/she can take. If it were up to me, I would carry him/her around everywhere, but I heard they do get stressed with too many changes. Anyway, it is enough for me to see that I am recognized by my voice.
Roxy doesn't get as much attention as everyone else. I would love to let her run loose but fear that would end in disaster. She seems content with the head rubs she gets.
Well, that's the update from Matchettville. Have a blessed day and give your loved ones lots of hugs.
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