I knew I had to share this story.
Last night when Brian got home from work, I was cooking dinner and Anya was curled up in the living room. I don't know what inspired it but Brian and I ended up being goofy and he was chasing me around the apartment and I yelling and running from him. We ended up in the kitchen where I was standing at the stove checking dinner through the oven door when in walks Anya through the kitchen door ever so slowly.
She was a giant poofball with every hair standing on end. She checked out the situation, looked at me to make sure I was okay, and then finally relaxed as she walked over to rub on my leg. She then walked over to Brian and gave him a light pop on the leg with her paw before she rubbed up on him too.
She thought he was really trying to hurt me. My little protector.
Last night when Brian got home from work, I was cooking dinner and Anya was curled up in the living room. I don't know what inspired it but Brian and I ended up being goofy and he was chasing me around the apartment and I yelling and running from him. We ended up in the kitchen where I was standing at the stove checking dinner through the oven door when in walks Anya through the kitchen door ever so slowly.
She was a giant poofball with every hair standing on end. She checked out the situation, looked at me to make sure I was okay, and then finally relaxed as she walked over to rub on my leg. She then walked over to Brian and gave him a light pop on the leg with her paw before she rubbed up on him too.
She thought he was really trying to hurt me. My little protector.