This afternoon, I was doing my cuddle therapy* with Beau, when Blanche, in what I now interpret as a jealous fit of rage, grabbed my knit cap and ripped it off of my head.

When I left the bergerie and was closing the gate, I saw Beau nuzzling Blanche's face, and Blanche was nuzzling back . . .so I interpreted her act of hostility as a sign that I need to stay away from her man.

*As you may recall, I spend time hugging and petting Beau every time I'm around him so that he views me as a trusted friend and I'll be able to control him when his football sized testicles kick into gear . . . which, according to his breeder, should be any day now.