bitter is the new black

ok, i stole that title from a book i read (that actually wasn't good). when i got in tonight, i started thinking about what to post since i was not yet sleepy and wanted to stay up anyway. chopin had been totally sweet: coming in with me when i got home, getting excited about sleeping in my bedroom, cooing at me because she missed me, etc. i thought the blog was going to be all about how great chopin, or all dogs, is/are because they are so into spending every second with you. chopin even gets in the car with me when i move it so dad will have an easier time getting in and then waits in the car while we load him, just to be a part of the action and hang with everyone. then i urney (the journey of urination) and she sits outside the door, upset that we are apart for 1 minute. the only bad part of this is when i don't take her somewhere i go she gets irrationally upset and whines as i leave, which has never happened in the past. but then, in the olden days we were not joined like super glue. so yeah, i was going to write that post. instead, chopin got happy while i was changing into pjs and popped up off the floor into a sitting position, looking at me and smiling. so, like any rational adult, i lean down and smother her face and back with kisses - at which point i hear her growl. i pull away and there is nasty face looking like she is about to bite. i get into bed with her still growling, and tell her NO! when she has finally calmed down enough to still be mad but not have the nasty face more than 80% of the time, i tell her it is a privilege to sleep in my room and not her birthright. she then moves to lay down in another part of the bedroom and retires her nasty face for the night. i growl at her to let her know i am not happy about the shenanigans that just occurred, esp. since i was filled with love for her earlier. we just finished a face off; however, i forget who won. i vote me.