editor’s note: Queen Sophie has demanded equal time on the blog. She keeps close track, and has noticed a disturbing trend of featuring dogs other than herself on the blog. In my defense…well, once you hear Sophie’s thoughts, you will realize I have no defense.
Life in the kingdom has become almost intolerable. Where once upon a time, I only had to deal with the giant oaf, now there is a never-ending parade of interlopers and infidels.
Now I have to deal with not one, but TWO irritating short-nosed snorting infidels. They have NO respect for the monarchy.
*editor’s note: EVERY morning, this is the scene under the desk where I check my emails and read blogs. EVERY morning, there is a continuous barrage of ominous growling going on. Yes. ONLY Sophie is growling.
When we move out to the studio, there is a bed CLEARLY made for one. ONE member of the royalty. And yet, they ungraciously force their way into MY bed.
THIS is how the bed was meant to be used.
And now. AND NOW. The unkempt fuzz bucket. why? Why? WHY??? She pretends to be all sweetness and light. But I know better. It is just a ruse to attempt an overthrow of the kingdom order. I have seen her in action, and I know better. (editor’s note: occasionally Zoey will get a bit testy with the other dogs when she is on my lap 🙂 )
Such are the woes of a ruling monarch. Do you remember the scene in the movie, The Last Emperor, where the Chinese empress ate an orchid in a fit of despair? Well, what do you think I am doing?
editor’s note: for those who worry that the Queen might be suffering some neglect in such a crowded household, this is where she sleeps EVERY NIGHT. The cutest thing she does is to sleep at my feet while I am reading, and then as soon as I turn the light off, she comes up to the top of the bed and dives under the covers, and spends the rest of the night cuddled up next to me.