During the first week living in my now beloved forever home I noticed, and blogged about, another Griffon living in the looking glass above my Mom’s armoire. I barked at it, it barked at me. I lifted my head, it lifted it’s head. Not only was it in my house it was mocking me.
Mommy told me I was being silly. It was not another Griffon, it was a “Reflection.” Well it sure looked like a Griffon to me. But she told me to ignore it, and we were still at that stage where she was trying to find out what kind of dog I was, and I was desperately trying not to get sent back to Florida, so I learned to ignore this “Reflection.”
And I did, until I was firmly ensconced in my parent’s hearts. It didn’t take me long, but I still waited for the right moment. It was a rainy March morning. Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in late. I popped my head out from beneath the covers, saw the “Reflection,” made sure my parents were in a deep sleep, then ran across the bed and attacked.
I flew through the looking glass and landed on a bed just like mine, with a sleeping Pocket, Mommy and Daddy. But my reflection was awake. “What are you doing?” it asked.
“I have come to take you back to my side of the mirror and prove that you are real.”
“But...but…” the River Reflection said, “that’s not allowed.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “I am the heir to Foley Monster and I do not follow the rules.”
I then grabbed the River Reflection by the ear and pulled her through the looking glass and back to our bed. In the morning Mommy was stunned to see the two of us together but since I caught her fair and square she let me keep her.
Here is a picture of us together.
Never doubt the word, or the determination of River Song.