Take the other day for instance. There I was, guarding the bed...
Zzzz... mmm, tuna ... salmon ... tilapia, mmm ... zzzz....
...when in comes the puparazzi.
Can I help you?
Oh, sure. I understand - I mean, I was doing a really good cute pose, but honestly - enough's enough!
Is she still there? I don't even want to look.
Me, rolling my eyes.
See what I put up with around here? Sheesh.
I sent Mom a mind-meld message that unless she wanted to see a little display of my handiwork rearranging the pillows, quilt, covers, etc., she might want to put the camera down and let me get back to my nap Guard Duty.
And that's how you get a little peace and quiet, pups and kits. Just remember - you are the ones in charge, not the puparazzi. Take control of the situation!
Tail wags (and happy birthday to the US Marine Corps!),