Sincerely, Mrs. Corbin

Since I am married, I have unfortunately made a habit of not writing. This last week I have been chomping at the bit to figure out a funny "tid-bit" to share or something so completely mesmerizing that it changes your life. And the harder I have tried to find something to share, the more I have thought my life is pretty boring with nothing exciting to write about. Then this morning hit...
 
See, James and I have been adjusting to married life quite well. We love being married. I haven't had to take out the trash and he hasn't had to wash clothes. We have been splitting meal duty and any household cleaning I need help with, I just ask and he is right there assisting me. It's perfect...right? I know all you marriage troopers are probably shaking your head and laughing at me right now thinking, "It's only the first month...just wait". 

I will admit that I never seem to have his lunches fully done the night before, the laundry is an endless marathon to complete, and after almost a month of marital bliss I actually had enough time to make the bed yesterday before going to work-a first. Life is happening. So what prompted me this morning to bring about a chuckle? Our capital D-iva problem. Lottie. As we have adjusted quite nicely to this new life and look forward to the future, Lottie has had a few difficulties.

Two weeks ago she decided that she owned the bed as much as we do and it is her right to sleep in it...throughout the entire night. We have been battling her desperately and ferociously on this one, until last night we both realized she is smarter then us. After a week of her being mad at us, we thought that she made a compromise and would sleep in her bed all night and only come up to our bed about 5:00am and sleep the rest of the morning. We were praising her and even let go of our "no dogs in the bed policy". Oh, how naive we were. Yesterday, James made an observation that Lottie was in bed a lot earlier that morning and wondered if she just waited until she heard him snoring before coming to bed. I brushed it off, but when we went to bed last night, curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to test his hypothesis. Lo and behold, about 10 minutes after he was dead asleep...the little princess jingled her way over to my side and started to try and jump up on bed. She had no idea I was waiting to catch her in the act. Much to my pleasure of proving a theory and correcting her, changed nothing, this morning wrestling under the covers by our feet was our little diva. 

Then today right before I was leaving for work, she decided to jump up on the bed like always and somehow missed, only to land on her leg. Of course she is ok. (James and I thoroughly checked her out.) But you would think that her life is over. She hollered and whined and then when James put her down, she whimpered until I picked her up and gave her attention. Can a dog cry? Lottie can. She had huge crocodile tears. And then when I put her in her kennel for the day, she just laid on her bed and didn't move. If Lottie was in Hollywood, she would be the Angeline Jolie of actresses. Gripping her audience into believing it's real. 

So here is to the next week of watching our diva soak up any attention she can get, but if she sticks with her acting job she won't be in our bed. 

There's a first tid-bit for you from Mrs. Corbin.

Lottie...right smack between us..like always