<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:bookman old style,new york,times,serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"><div>My senior gal, Nelly Belle has taken very well to having not only<br>a home but a slave as well. Three short months ago she was just<br>happy to have a comfy place to rest and someone to love her.<br><br>The weather here on Monday was in the 70's and that evening<br>it was warm enough that I didn't need a fire or so I thought.<br>Yesterday morning the house was a little cool at 62 degrees. Evidently <br>this was too cool for Nelly Belle. After breakfast she settled down for<br>a comfy nap on the bed nearest the woodstove. It did not take her <br>very long to figure out that the woodstove had grown cold. I was catching<br>up on the drools, when Nelly Belle decided that she needed to get my attention<br>with a little roo. I looked down
at her and said " What's the matter?" <br>She then looked at me then looked at the stove, then back at me.<br>I then tried to convince her that is was suppose to be a nice day <br>and we didn't need a fire. She however was not convinced. She continued<br>with the little attention getting roos and kept looking at the stove and me.<br><br>Being the well trained MommaSlave I offered her the heating pad. Nelly decided<br>that even though she likes to steal Momma's heating pad, this is not enough and<br>continued to voice her displeasure of not having a fire.<br>Finally I relented and built a little fire to appease my senior gal. She happily<br>snuggled on the bed and went straight to dreamland. <br><br>I have come to realize that they have me right where they want me. <br><br>Droolz to all in need,<br>Karen and The Dog House Gang<br><br><br></div></div></body></html>