The Back Story

If you look at the prior post and "awwwed' at the picture of Silvieon4 snuggling up daddy, you should know the REST of the story . Or in this case "the back story". This is The Wendy speaking.

As part of a negotiated settlement reached after lots of negotiation, I get one post to tell you the back story and to tell you about Miss Silvieon4. Momma said so and her word is law. And I am taking full advantage of the opportunity. I am not allowed to engage in name calling etc, but I can tell you what happened, as a matter of fact, I can SHOW you what happened.

This is me sitting on daddy's lap, sharing the green chair. I followed him from upstairs and we sat down while breakfast was being made. Miss interloping snip Silvie, was still upstairs taking advantage of momma's belly rubs and getting all her yawns rubbed out of her. It did not matter that she was holding up everybody's breakfast... she was, as usual, keeping momma for herself as long as she could. Can you say resource hog?

Meanwhile, daddy and I were sharing a quiet moment.

It is no secret that I love my daddy with every fiber in my being. I love him and I have missed him so.  It is no secret that I would choose him over liver lips. and even over chicken!
 
It was still early , so I fell asleep cuddled next to my daddy. He makes me feel safe and loved.

 

Even the smell of bacon would not get me to leave my daddy.  And you know what? Unlike some

other high maintenance dog around here...I don;t need to get constant belly rubs. I am just happy to be next to him. I happy to be within range of his voice. I am happy to know he is home.

 
We heard momma come down and heard her go into the kitchen. We assumed Tiny Terror 
Silvieon4 followed her into the kitchen. But no, within seconds she was in the study, staring at me, and whining. Yes, whining.

 
She started upsetting me so much I let out a low growl. Daddy immediately tried to diffuse the situation by telling me that it was all OK, and petting me. I quieted down. That is what you are supposed to do. Somebody else should have quieted down as well.  But no, Whiny Face
Silvie escalated her whining!

 
She then started to try and intimidate me off of daddy's lap.   She started talking smack and calling me a daddy hog, and started talking about my bootie, and telling me momma needed me in the kitchen [she does not miss a trick, you know] and whining.  The whole time she whined.
She knows that while daddy could not understand dog speak, he does understand whining. If nothing else, whining gets annoying enough to upset any human. Mind you, while whining and appearing helpless, that little manipulative tyrant  Silvie is threatening me the whole time. She is going to tell uncle Phil I stink, she is going to convince Dowi I need a bath, she is going to tell Adam I tinkled in his room.... I am telling you, she is cold hearted and vicious. And when I would not give in.... she jumped on me and forced me off.

 
Where did I go? In Dowi's arms where I got loved up and cuddled.

Still think Silvie is the "sweetest little thing you have ever seen?"

Well, this is the back story as I lived it.

The Wendy