As you know from the video (apparently you are unable to see it from a mobile divice), Sparkle "Talks" like a Malamute, when she plays or wants attention she will use her paws like a boxer. My husband (who is 6'1") can pat his chest and she will jump into his arms like a Border Collie. See and you thought the paragraph above was pointless ramble....
To explain the above picture.
Any given night after dinner and the family has slowed down, if I'm on the couch, you will find the cat in my lap. It's usually not until later in the evening that Sparkle will join me and the cat (known as Mama Kitty; I might go into that story later) on the couch. This is usually after she has played with the kids, chewed on her Kong toys (which I highly recommend), played tug-a-war with my hubby and gotten into a bit of mischief (because she is a puppy after all). The usual for her is to jump up on the couch and "demand" attention; "pet me, scratch my ears, rub my belly, get that spot that I can't reach so I can 'flee' your hand..." But yesterday it was mid day and more of, "Why is the cat on your lap? Why can't I be on your lap? Is there a way I can get any closer?" Mama Kitty was a little annoyed with her at first, but they soon each found their spot (hehe, play on words, yes I'm a dork) and all was good in their universe.... Or so they thought. Now Mama Kitty is almost 18, so she just rolls with the flow of things. But she also knows how I am during sports. (For those of you not into to football, it was playoffs this weekend.) We are a football household, both college and NFL. Oh and totally off subject; I would like to apologize to all the teams that lost, apparently my cheering for a team was the kiss of death. With Sparkle being new to our household and young she hasn't learned how to just "go with the flow". Putting it mildly I get into my games (Honey, please keep your comments to yourself), I will sometimes yell or scream
at the TV; because we all know that if you yell loud enough the refs can hear you
and/or your team will play better (I guess I wasn't yelling loud enough this weekend).
Mama Kitty has learned to just ignore this little quirk of mine. I might have scared
Sparkle a few times and she actually groaned and syed at me. "I'm sorry, am I
disturbing your beauty sleep?" But I'm guessing her "want" of being close to me won
out over being annoyed by my spots exuberance, because she stayed next to me and
didn't move the whole game. Good Dog. The picture below is my view when this all
started.
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