I’ve become a side-chick, or side-hooman more accurately.
Dani is doing well. Other than a couple of days of nocturnal bathroom mishaps, and a slight backslide into heightened wariness, she keeps making steps forward.
She has become more timid around me. Instead of jumping up on the couch when I’m sitting on one end, she retreats to her new safe place on the floor at Mister’s feet.
We do a living room dance, with her sometimes going to elaborate lengths to keep an acceptable distance between us. I have to make a great show of ignoring her when she frantically jukes and dodges me. Like a little kid, if I can’t see her, she must be invisible.
She’ll pace in front of the kitchen while I make dinner but never quite comes in, even when I try to lure her in with MarroBones. She’s curious, and I think that will eventually win out.
Nighttime is different.
When the house is dark, and everyone else is asleep, I become Dani’s dirty little secret. She’ll get on the bed with me and snuggle, nestling into the bowl of my legs, or spooning my thigh. She’ll even give my nose wet doggy kisses – until the other hoomans wake up. Then it’s back into the Friend Zone for me.
As soon as Dani realizes Mister is awake, she immediately jumps up, not giving me a backward glance.
I have pictorial evidence! You can’t deny me forever.