We’re dog sitting. Odie (of
My daughter owes me. Big time. I’m thinking
This tornado with paws is around six months old. I haven’t seen her sit still for longer than five seconds. She even twitches in her sleep. I work off calories just watching her sprint through the house. She’s me on a pot of espresso—if I had the energy to make it. Right now I’m too tired to lift the mug to my lips.
Our own dog, Nocchi, is a senior citizen. She’s tired, deaf and almost blind. Still, the breeze Lulu stirs when she zips past has given Nocchi a cold.
Lulu is a character study. I grab my coffee and watch her while she practically flies through the house.
She’s loveable really—though not all that cuddly—can’t stop her long enough to cuddle. She would be good in one of Colleen’s books. There’s no doubt this dog could foil the plans of the most ardent criminal—and do it while wagging her tail.
I’ve just finished my morning coffee and she’s already circled our home 950 times. She’s now chewing on her tail like there’s no tomorrow. And dogs do this, why?
Maybe it’s just me, but I have to think there’s more to life . . . .
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3 Comments:
Rolling Di!!! Your grandpuppy sounds just like my shaggy boy. When we got him, (he has a bushy tail) he'd chew it until it was one soppy mess... Now I have him trained by saying, "NO TAIL!" What a character our beloved pets are!
You're talking about the queen of dogs, Di! Weiner dogs RULE! I grew up with them. LOL Remember Oscar in Alaska Twilight?
Aw, she's so cute!
Camy
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