Recently, Rick and I took one of our little jaunts to go be other people/maybe dragons for awhile (it’s called Dragon Thrones, it’s amazing, every gamer type should go at least once), and while we enjoy our time away, there is someone who does not.
Not talking to you, mahm.
This is the same little critter that typically is no more than six feet away from me. In the mornings, she nudges, licks, strategically stands (you think she’s not heavy til she puts all her weight on your ribs and bounces), and generally pesters Rick until he vacates her (his?) pillow so we can lay nose to nose and ponder this business of sleeping in. While I’m at my desk, she’s got her bed under it, plus a rug to sploot out on if the bed gets too confining.
Yeah, she’s spoiled, we’re all aware.
So when I go away for a few days, I look forward to her ecstatic greetings when I get home. Mahm coming home is usually a big deal- inspections to shins and shoes, a knuckle nibble, and happy waggles are what I’m used to.
And, to be fair, I got that for about thirty seconds when we got in very late Monday night.
Then… it’s like she remembered she was mad. She went to get her treats from Rick, and I became invisible.
And it went on like that for days. If she even looked at me, it was with betrayal. There was no more couch cuddles, no climbing in mahm’s lap, no fetching of the toys to play with. Bree wouldn’t come if I called her, and made it clear I was NOT allowed to pet.
But Rick was allowed to pet- he was forgiven almost immediately. 
No, don’t wanna play with evil deserting traitors like YOU, mahm.
I tried everything… I fetched treats, I laid on the couch all lonesome, I called and waved toys around temptingly.. nothing worked. She just curled up at the far end of the couch, pointedly ignoring me.
It is worth noting that she’d still curl up next to me at night- but no pets.
Four days of this, and then, last night as I was working out, I tried dragging my hand across the floor for her to stalk and attack. Apparently my time of punishment had passed, or giving her the ability to vent her feelings on my poor defenseless hand helped her work out the last of her annoyance with me.
After dinner, she climbed into my lap for head rubbies, and everything was okay again.
Hey mahm, now that we’re friends again, where did the rest of that pizza go?
On one of our flights, there was a couple who had their own pup with them, and we kind of thought of what it would be like to take Bree along on one of our trips.
Rick- They were so happy the dog got his own seat. I don’t think Bree would be happy if we put her under the seat in front of us.
Me- We could buy her her own seat. /ponder But she wouldn’t be happy unless she was in First Class.
We laugh… but I think it’s true. Can you imagine that stink eye for having to sit in /gasp coach?
Curiouser and Curiouser 