Callie did something so adorable and Queen Callie-like yesterday, it deserves its own post.

As many of you know, I have fibromyalgia, and it is severe enough to keep me home just working as a writer. One of the benefits of working from home and choosing my assignments/frequency of blog posts is that I regularly am able to nap. Napping is imperative most days if I want to function past 3pm.

So the dogs are used to our nap routine. I won’t go into the why of it, but when they come upstairs and lay down on either side of me, they get treats. At naptime, Callie lays on my right and Charlie on my left… until he gets down to see if he can find trouble.

Yesterday, Jess was off of work again and came upstairs too, shortly after I gave out the treats. She lay down on the left side – her side.

Callie suddenly gave me a dirty look and got down from the bed. I asked her if she needed to go out, but no. So I laid down a fleece blanket as a potential dog bed and offered it to her, that got a “thank you, but no.” So I opened the bedroom door to let her go downstairs to the couch if she wanted and climbed back in bed.

She immediately followed me back up, racing up her stairs to get in between Jess and me. I looked at her and started to laugh. She was still down at the bottom of the bed and had lain down but was alternating between looking pleadingly at me and shooting daggers at Jess.

Apparently, Jess is no longer allowed to come upstairs for naptime. Or if she does, she better not try to cuddle with me.

Callie, to whom we cater in every way, was not happy until we pulled her up closer to us and started petting her, telling her how much we loved her. And woah, we do, with all our hearts.

Spoiled Cavalier.