Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Come Quick, Timmy's In The Well

The State of Puppyhood (not one of the lower 48, but one all onto itself), usually lasts about a year.  My Smooth Collie puppy, Gina, is now 12 months old, but I have a feeling she still has several more months of fun in store for me.  Take now, for example—I’m sitting here, typing, and I hear a “thunk.”  It’s an unfamiliar sound, so I automatically, say, “Gina!”  Then, I hear the two paws hit the floor.  This means she’s been counter-surfing*.  Counter surfing has led to me pulling cookies, toast, and even marinating steaks out of her mouth.
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Then, there’s the whole chewing thing.  People come over and without even giving it a thought, I take the shoes they’ve just left by the door and put them on top of the refrigerator.  The carpet, which I’ve not been fond of anyway, is scheduled for replacement once her last molar sets in comfortably.
My older Smooth Collie, Daisy, looks at this young upstart with what I would call the equivalent of one of my classic eye-rolls.  Annoyed intolerance oozes from her when Gina is misbehaving.  The fortunate thing is Daisy usually tattles with her equivalent of “Come quick, Timmy is in the well,” hoping fervently disaster will be averted and the puppy will get a well-deserved come-uppance.
But, once Her Majesty curls up with me at night, looking up at me with her beautiful deep brown eyes, all her mischief is forgiven.   Nonetheless, this is the very last puppy.  Really.
*Counter-surfing:  No board needed, this is a maneuver managed by wily animals who believe anything left unattended on said same counter is fair game, including the little corn cob stickers you just laid out.  Whether they realize the corn cob stickers are not a steak is another story.
Published on: Nov 28, 2006 

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