A Tale of Sad Puppies and Haughty Kitties

Son John and his family left this morning. It's very quiet in the house. I think that Baron is a bit depressed--he's been having a marvelous time with the grandkids.



Before they left...



after...big-doggy sigh!

Poor Baron is really down-in-the-dumps!

 So I reminded him that Dane and Ana need to go home to see Miss Millie, their Aussie. They were missing her, I think. Ana even purchased a stuffed Aussie on our shopping excursion in Fairhaven. Ana LOVES stuffed toys...and Grandpa's reclining chair...and Cartoon Network! Baron told me that he understood, but he still seemed pretty sad.

Posie, on the other hand, was most helpful. She agreed to do a glamour-shoot for me with my fancy new camera, using some of the techniques I learned in my new photography book...

Baron got a little jealous over all of the attention Posie was getting during the glam shoot. He didn't think that she should be so happy--seeings how Dane and Ana had gone away and there is no one to play with. This angered Posie.

She hautily replied , "I am just as upset as you that the children are gone. But Mama asked me to do a photo shoot...and a professional model, as myself, is quite able to disguise her feelings."

To which Baron responded, "Are you saying that I am not a professional? Mama, take another picture of me...it'll be twice as good as Posies!" Posie glared at him.

Tempers were flaring. I agreed to take another photo of Baron, just to sooth his hurt feelings. Posie watched with disdain."That clumsy oaf will never be as photogenic as me," she huffed.

 I tried to be encouraging. "OK, Baron, smile, buddy!" But try as he may, the poor fellow could not muster even the tiniest little grin. His photograph was solemn indeed. I tried to console him. "It's OK Baron; you'll feel better tomorrow. Maybe we'll go for a walk later...to the park. You know how you love the park!" Nothing. No tail wag. No smile. He quietly walked over to his bed and lay down with a thud.

Posie was not a gracious winner in the least bit.

"I am the prettiest pet in this house," she proclaimed with smug satisfaction.

 Then she stuck her tongue out at Baron.

Oh Posie, wait until Papa gets home. Baron's gonna tell on you. Then it'll be out to the garage with you! You shouldn't pick on puppies who are 10 times your size!