All Hail the Dog Queen!

Now that the wedding madness is over, Chris and I have officially settled into our humble abode. Bella (our dog, I don’t have an imaginary friend) and I moved in a couple of weeks before the wedding and Chris moved in after we got back from Dallas.  With the last few boxes unpacked and after my failed attempt to do some decorating, our tiny duplex has slowly but surely become a home. Everything has found its place, except for our dog; that is until about a couple of weeks ago. Bella has always been, let’s see, how do I say this… or maybe as Chris would say it “a princess”. She is a great dog; well behaved, active, obedient (most of the time) and cute as can be. However, our little sweetheart has one flaw; she is a full blown spoiled dog-child. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Chris and I are officially what you would call “dog people”.  Not those crazy ones that have their deceased dogs stuffed and not the ones that enjoy giving their dogs manicures and insist on having them wear tiny sweaters that say “Dog-gone Adorable” but we are nonetheless “dog people”. Don’t believe me?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, may I present to you figure 1:

Yes, there she is, Bella the Dog Queen in all her glory.  I warned you didn’t I? Please take this time to point and laugh at the failed dog owners.  We have officially passed the torch of “alpha dog” to our own dog. Oh how the tables have turned. As you can see, Bella has found her spot in our guest room or should I say HER room!  If you look below her you will notice that Chris has provided her with his old towels to protect our guest bed but I think his good intentions have just made it even more comfortable for her royal highness.  But not to worry, if you care to come visit us you will have a bed, you will just have to share it with the queen.

Long live the queen!