BIG argument

It started as a pleasant afternoon, at least for me, stretched out in the sun, and she sitting at her computer. Then 4.30 came around and I started to feel peckish. I wanted my dinner. So, I went into her office and hung around her chair for a while. She ignored me. So I barked. "Shhhh," she said without her eyes leaving the computer screen. I barked again.

"No," she said. "It's too early for dinner." No it's not, I thought. So I barked again.

"No, Lochy."

Bark.

"Stop it."

Bark.

"Dinner isn't until five." Who cares, I'm hungry now.

Bark.

"No."

Bark. Bark.

And then it was on for young (me) and old (her). For half an hour. I barked. She said no.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.

"Do shut up, no food until after five." But I want it now. What difference does a few minutes make? Jeez, she can be stubborn. As can I. She refused to move from the computer. I refused to stop barking.

I gave her the evil eye. She gave me her evil eye.

I stared at her. She stared back. I am an exceptional starer.

Underneath I could see she was trying not to laugh. But this was serious. I want my food. It's a small price to pay in return for me guarding the castle from bugg-a-lars and other undesirables.

I outstared her. I won. But still she wouldn't move. Oooooh, I was so cross.

Then, at five o'clock, she stood up and said, "Ok, dinner time." Why couldn't she have said that half an hour ago and saved me from a sore throat.

Then all was forgiven because she did a au bleu cook of my meat and I wolfed it down.

End of argument. What a doozy!