No longer content to own the back of my office chair, a cherished relic from my tenure as St. Supéry's CEO, Lira has claimed the seat of power at Villa Ragazzi.
Hoping to be left in peace, she hides her head with her paws. I am not fooled. Besides, I need my chair to write this blog post. Rousing briefly when I jostle the chair, her eyelids droop and she falls back to sleep.
So I nudge her again. At last she resigns herself to finding a quieter place to nap. I move in and resume writing. She moves in behind me and resumes her nap. I write these words perched on the front edge of my chair.
Maybe we should get a winery dog like everyone else?