Yodi was exhausted (and still slightly traumatized by her less than stellar welcome) so she slept a long nap. Taffy whined and moped around because Frank wasn't here to spoil her tonight and I was caught up in all the Hollywood drama unfolding. (Amazing how people who call you everything but human when you're alive can speak so eloquently about you in death. I don't particularly have one feeling or another about MJ's life but I sure hate to see anyone die at his age. Selfish, I know because I'm older than him and it makes you pause...but maybe that's a good thing.)
Anyway, too much excitement today in our perfect storm of a day so I decided to show Miss Priss how one should generously give to their guest. I bedded Yodi down for the night in the highly coveted UT bed and blanket that Miss Sarah gave Taffy at he last GE. After all, she is in Big Orange Country ...Tennessee...home of the Lady Vols, Pat Summitt, Bruce Pearl, and the 1998 National Football Champions! (Sorry, I don't even know the new football coach's name because I liked Phil Fulmer myself.)
Somehow Taffy didn't quite understand the spirit of giving (or loaning, in this case).
Picture 13: Yodi settles in for the night.
Picture 14: Taffy watches in slight outrage.
Picture 15: Taffy begins to plot her strategy for tomorrow. Oh dear!
Well, I plan to act like Scarlett O'Hara and "think about that tomorrow." However, with a true Southerner's optimism, I have to believe it will be better between those two.
If not, I'm going to have a great time showing Yodi around while Miss Priss cools her paws and pouts on her own time here at home! |