Truly a Princess

Some dispute the fact that Golly is a Princess. However, we have proof. She rule the house with an iron paw, having minions bring her food, treats, toys and bones. Her minions (that would be Hope and me) provide her with soft beds, sofas and chairs to recline upon. Her minions also provide a nice green lawn for her to walk upon. Her home is a constant, comfortable temperature. Sounds like a princess to me.

Last night was the ultimate proof. I had to get up in the middle of the night (it's tough getting older) and found the Princess on my other pillow, next to my face. And Golly seemed to say, "Is this not my right?"

The Princess and the rest of us

Golly's fine - the vet didn't say anything about the growth, so we're taking that as no news is good news. If there was anything, she would have called us. And Golly's healing nicely, too. She's a little concerned about the areas that were shaved - will her fur be as lush in those spots? Golly would not allow me to take a picture of her bald spots. She feels that only photos of the Princess looking her best can be published. Golly's princess-ness is growing, too. Golly demands that she be let in the house first. Golly demands that she get the first treat. And Golly demands that her subjects (Ceilidh, Roc and Dax) leave any bed that she wants for herself. She actually barks as if there was something interesting in the other room, and when the bed's occupant vacates the premises, Golly lies down in the bed. Like I said, a Princess.