Friday, January 11, 2008

You Can't Fight City Hall



Here's Pippin in "his" chair. Actually, A chose it for himself, with visions of putting his slippered feet up after a hard day of work. Then Pippin coopted it. For several years, A refused to call it Pip's Chair (as in, "go to your chair, boy!"). He insisted, misguidedly, that it was still his own. Then, two nights ago, I heard A utter the fateful words. It seems that you can't fight city hall indefinitely. City hall will win. And a dog cannot be swayed from the dogged pursuit of abject comfort. After all these years, A has finally admitted defeat. Pip won't crow over his victory, however. In his generous, doggy way, it's enough for him that he snooze the hours away undisturbed by territory battles.

3 comments:

Too Little Time said...

What we do for our animals...:) K

CynicalKnitter said...

What a sweet face he has.

Rima said...

Hey Leah!
This Rima from www.yarnydays.blogspot.com and Granny Along. Thanks for visiting and it is wonderful to meet you--especially someone who lives simultaneously in PhD-land and blogland :) When I get back to NYC, we should definitely meet up. Until then, see you in cyberspace!