paranoid much
I’m starting to think that my beloved Stella may be out to get me. I don’t have any hard facts to make a case only a general feeling I get from her. Things are starting to add up that make me worry about my wellbeing with her around me. The subtle things she does to endanger my life. Circling me while she is on her leash wrapping my legs with it until I almost fall is just one example of her treachery.
She gives me this look rather often since we’ve relocated to the new abode (really its quite lovely, everyone that visits leaves in awe of the space) like she is sizing up her competition. I envision her sprawled out on her corner of the bed, making those sleep induced barks as she chases me in her dreams. I see her legs twitching to match the barks and I just know that she is dreaming of the chase to the death of her master (me).
Oh sure she looks all sweet and innocent and full of needy love, but do not let her shtick fool you, my tens of readers. She is quietly plotting. Gathering information slowly (five years so far) that will help her against her adversary. One day soon, she will pounce. Maybe it will be the day that I only treat her with two Scooby Snacks™ instead of the usual three she prefers. Perhaps it will be the day that I switch her food to a brand she doesn’t care for. I don’t know what it will be that will make her snap, but I live in fear of that day.
When you visit, sleep with one eye open and watch yourself around her, you can see it in her eyes. She’s got that look of blood lust. I’ll play your game Stella, but just know that you cannot surprise me. I’m ever alert.