Raven needed to get the Humunga Tongue suddenly today when she saw Lilian looking at it. That entailed a jump up onto the table. Mon Dieu!
Then she had to flaunt her status being above “them” all. She obviously needed a title, so she called herself “the boss.”
However, an Indian spirit whispered to me one day weeks ago a very important message – Raven’s other name – and it fits her. “Little Big Pants.” That name helped me understand Raven and the big personality she squeezes into that little body. I started liking her a lot more then. Almost too much. OK, I love the dog. Er…the fury little bellower.
Lilian is exhausted from her day trying to beat Raven to the toys, so before she laid her head down this evening, she made sure to securely tuck the toy she did manage to take possession of well under her long and slender neck and beak.
