Munchie Love
This Munchie is not given to softness and sensitivity. I wouldn’t have believed that “romance” was in its repertoire, but I was wrong. If the Munchie were a human it would be the tough no nonsense type; of few words and not the sort of folk you would want to meet anywhere after dark.
So you can imagine my surprise, amusement and confusion when the Munchie’s behaviour changed. Why ?. There was a new guy on the block. He is tall elegant floppy-eared and golden. The Munchie is not its self.
If this creature is in my house, Munchie does not perform the usual “watch me open the door, lie on the sofa and get told off” routine. No. It asks me to open the door, it sleeps on the floor and is generally on its best behaviour. Problems arise if the Munchie is not the only one vying for this furry Adonis’ attention! Should her best friend and mediator of all Munchie instigated incidents, want some action, there’s trouble.
The Munchie could flatten this friend in one bound, but that would mean no one to cuddle up to when the wind howls round the house and the bogey man is on the prowl. So, the Munchie sulks.
A sulking Munchie is a bit like a wet weekend in August; it just shouldn’t happen! The Munchie places its head on my lap and looks forlorn. It believes that I should stop its friend, (who at this point is curled up warm and cosy with her bear-like creature in front of my fire) from enjoying the moment. Then as if in desperation the Munchie lies down with them leaning her head against the hunk of its dreams, who then instantly starts to aim his formidable jaws at the Munchie’s large rock -like head.
Both make deep growling noises of wild excitement while the best friend chews the end of Mr. Cuddle’s tail for good measure. Often they are so enthused by this commotion that they play fight all the way out of my front door. Within five minutes, peace returns and the Munchie love triangle is out for the count lying by the gate in the heat of the sun.

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