So, this morning, Charley was laying in bed, hands behind his head, watching the news and drowsing before it was time to get up. Miss Shiva tippy-toed into the room and walked over to the bed.
I was expecting her to nip Charley's moustache like she usually does in the morning.
Not today!
Shiva's particular obsessive/compulsive behaviour is grooming. She means it lovingly, I'm sure, but it can get painful.
All of a sudden I hear Charley yell, "SHIVA! STOPIT!"
I asked him what in the world happened . . .
Shiva was grooming him . . . right in the armpit
I was expecting her to nip Charley's moustache like she usually does in the morning.
Not today!
Shiva's particular obsessive/compulsive behaviour is grooming. She means it lovingly, I'm sure, but it can get painful.
All of a sudden I hear Charley yell, "SHIVA! STOPIT!"
I asked him what in the world happened . . .
Shiva was grooming him . . . right in the armpit