Natasha went back to New York. She will return for Christmas. Meanwhile, Tuey is staying with us. The sweetest dog ever. Does not mind following all instructions.

Except one.

When it comes to his sleeping time, he refuses to come to our bedroom or bed. He will give you company as long as you want but when you go to your bed – he goes back to Natasha’s bed.

We keep our door open in case he wants to scoot over in the middle of the night. Not a chance. He will sleep all by himself and then moment I get up, he will come down with me and stay close to me.

The three are comfy as comfy can be.

Came back from office to this sight.

“How was the day?”, I asked the dogs.

“Sofa. So good!” they said.

Apparently they have figured out that the new robot vacuum cannot climb up the sofa.

Jay Jay – allegedly a mix of two hunter breeds – is furthest away from the floor perched in the highest spot. Bogga at least is watching the vacuum with mild curiosity. Jay Jay, on the other hand, is utterly contented with his solution.

Jay Jay gets ready for a fight or flight decision as the robot vacuum cleaner approaches. Bogga, on the other hand, maintains a studied nonchalance.

… these two would be legitimately serious contenders…

Bogga could not care less!

I had barely opened the car door. Turned around and realized that Jay Jay had immediately ensconced himself in the passenger side with that stern look in his eyes – “Where do you think you are going without me, mister?”

And what does he want to do? Sit right in the middle of the hot road and bask in the sun!

It is like their way of saying – “No downward dog for you!!”