I’m a Big Boy Now!

Moving from cot (upstairs crib) to bed (man cave.) A good thing.
—Instagram | interpreted by Lil’ Toot

Lil’ Toot here. I’m about a year and a half old now. Woot woot! As You recall, I was a little over 3 pounds when I first came home with Mom. She was quite concerned about My well Being, so She put my Sleeping cot on the corner of Her Bed. She wanted to keep track of Me. (Did I mention She kept lifting the Covers to do so?) Not living unstuck.

But last week, I put My Paw down. I gave Her a stern and serious Look. The one that says I, as a 6-pound Pooch, mean Business. “I’m claiming My Man Cave. Put My Bed on the floor!” Well, there was nothing to be done but The Move. Mom rearranged My accommodations, and I can freely enter and exit My Palace. When I Choose. We are both content. That’s living unstuck.

I wonder: Have You had a dust-up over Sleeping Amenities? Or do You suffer in Silence? I say: Assert Yourself. Claim what’s Yours. You have nothing to Lose, and Peaceful Power to gain. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#assert-yourself