Bad Dog

Diva has been banished to Grandma's for a while. she bit stepson - unprovoked - last night. i miss her dearly...her little cuddlebutt spooned up next to me. but to be fair, stepson certainly has a right to walk through the house without wondering if Diva will come launching out of nowhere like Kato in the old Pink Panther movies. a tentative peace had descended upon the household, and the gains we've all made simply cannot be lost or, if they become muddied, blamed on Diva. i will be looking into a trainer, but meanwhile, for everyone's safety (diva's included) she will stay at Camp Grandma's. I can't say Pearlicious is upset about it. Diva's been a restless sleeper lately, waking me up 2-3 times a night, so a good night's sleep is awaiting soon. do i feel guilty for feeling relief? i really do. my daily dance party-in-the-parking-lot at 7am at work just wasn't the same. (if i time it right, my ipod is playing Black Eyed Peas "Get it Started" when i roll in, and I crank it up and make whomever is passing by dance with me.) (this is a sight, since i dance much like Gumby). but i did come home to dinner cooked and ready....made by stepson. yow. wonder what he's up to. ok - time to sneak in a little art prep, then early nappy. yes, you'll find me HERE more often than not. xox