Update

Here is a picture of me and Reagan sleeping together last night. We were on the couch. The sweetheart is a softie and the big dope answers to the sweetheart, so, we're good. Note the slightly dominant position I am in. It won't be long now. I will be the queen doggie around this house and Reagan is just going to have to live with it.





Here I am just starting to wake up. Reagan is absolutely out like a light. I could take a chunk out of her hide right now and she would probably not feel it for a few minutes, at least. Here is a secret about Reagan: she talks in her sleep. The big dope and the sweetheart think she is just making weird noises. But I know better. Since I have been here, her dreams have been nightmares and all she can talk about when she is sleeping is how she can't stand me and wants me to go away. Of course, when I am awake, she doesn't have the guts to say that to my face. Typical. Queen Bronwyn. Hey, I like the sound of that. It makes me sound like an old Irish queen.