Bonnie, our proud and fierce Scottish Terrier, rules our world. With four iron paws encased in velvet gloves, she share her home with us. We are grateful.
Recently, we upgraded her sleeping arrangement and got her a new sofa. The back of the sofa is the perfect height to align her with the picture window. Of course, we have also put pillows along the back so that she will be more comfortable sitting there and viewing her realm.
We live to serve her royal self.
Undaunted by vacuüm cleaners or other machinery, she protects us from unrelated dogs that might wander near our property, especially the two mastiffs who live next door.
She saves us from the peril of evil socks and fuzzy blankets, steals those devil paper napkins (she knows the evil that lurks therein). She will sleep next to us, her big head on our feet, and we know who is in favor today by where she lays her head. She will never sleep on a lap. She is a terrier and her feet need to be in contact with ground in case she needs to launch herself into action.
Since we have a doggy door, she may need to fly out to protect her domain at any moment without warning.
The back of the sofa is Bonnie’s special place, the cushions on the back of the sofa her throne. From her lofty perch, she can see her domain.
I believe she has a secret Facebook account with thousands of friends. I just haven’t been able to prove it yet.
Meet Bonnie Annie Laurie, who loves us enough to let us fulfill her needs.