Ya-Ya

When we moved here, Shorty was always running off. I guess she wanted to explore and take advantage of her new freedom from a fence. We would go out and yell her name over and over. Presley can't say Shorty very well, so she just yelled Ya-Ya. She loves Ya-Ya, but I can't say that the feeling is mutual. Ya-Ya tolerates Presley very well though!

I am sure that Ya-Ya was here first.

Then, Ya-Ya decided to move to the couch.

Presley decided Ya-Ya was cold, so she covered her up.

Ya-Ya begs for help.

Presley needs a pillow.

Not quite close enough…

                           PERFECT!