Woman in the Middle

This winter Blackie, in his old age, decided he liked to curl up on the couch in the family room on a pile of blankets.   One is this brown one you see here, a little cheap one I got during the Christmas sales.

There is usually a small rug by the back door that Blackie also likes to lay on when the morning sun comes in. One morning recently the sun moved over and wasn’t on the rug anymore and Blackie was having to lay on the hard floor. We felt so sorry for his old bones that we put the folded up blanket next to the rug to give him a soft place in the sun. It became a favorite spot for him.

A few days later I was out running errands and Eldest Daughter was outside on the patio painting her nails. Honey didn’t like that one bit and was running around by the sliding glass door, barking her fool head off. In her old age this running and barking sometimes causes her to do what we call “panic pooping.” Yep, Honey pooped on the rug by the door. Sigh.

Eldest came in and discovered the poop just as Blackie strolled over to lay down on the blanket next to the rug. But, when he caught a whiff of Honey’s poop, the look on his face was quite comical and caused Eldest to laugh and laugh! Blackie was so upset by what that awful dog had done right next to his comfy spot in the sun!

The poop was cleaned up and the rug was sent off to the garage to be washed. The blanket migrated over to where the rug usually is and you can see what happens now most mornings. Blackie and Honey “share” the blanket. It is more like they both lay down on it and try to pretend that the other one isn’t there. Of course, I had to take a photo.