I’m cursed. My new pack mate, puppygirl Tillie, is a menace. I thought it would be great to have a pup to teach all the things a young one needs to know. She would also add a new voice (like mine) to our little pack.
It didn’t turn out that way. Instead, she chews on my ears, eats my food, and takes belly rubbies that were supposed to be for me. Tillie is a menace.
When the Creep takes her out, I have to go out, too, even if it’s my naptime. Not that it matters. The last time she napped in my bed, she peed in it. PEED in MY BED. That puppygirl has no manners.
If anyone is going to pee in my bed, it’s going to be ME.
She’s exasperating. She sleeps with her head across my back. Tillie is a four-month-old demon wearing a basset hound skin. She has no magic.
Well. Maybe a little magic. When she looks at me with those deep, dark eyes, and bats her eyelashes, and play bows, she is adorable. Of course I enjoy a good romp, and when we’re done, she is a snuggly pal. Karly isn’t always around when I want to snuggle. She also drops kibble and gets food in her ears. I’m there to make sure she’s tidy.
Okay. Maybe the puppygirl isn’t too bad. After all, she does have to raise Joey, the creep.