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.
The formally Good Witch of the South has turned into the Wicked Witch of the East. She smiles at me as she places the clipper on my claw. With a click, a piece of my nail goes flying.
Hey! That piece is important!
“Whimper. Whine. WoOOoooe!” is me.
My Girlpup doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation. “You big baby. That didn’t hurt.” The door in her mind is closed, she’s shutting me out—she doesn’t have a clue.
I look up at Auntie Heather and plead for her to stop.
Instead, she quickly cuts the rest on that paw, claw bits flying around like June bugs. June bugs aren’t tasty treats. She finishes that paw and doesn’t even give me break before she does another one. And another one. And another one. I really hope that’s the last one. She puts down the clippers. Yup, that was.
Fine, hope you’re happy. Since I was an excellent dog, you may give me a treat.
She tosses some popcorn at me. It’s dry, no salt or butter. What the…sigh…The Diet.
I eat them anyway. Who knows if I’ll ever be fed again?
Sometimes I wonder about why Auntie Heather decided it was a good idea to add a puppy to our Pack. It’s not like we needed another basset hound.
Yes, Tillie is adorable, but all puppies are. It keeps us from killing them. She eats my food, chews up books, hides things, and is a complete pain. When I’m just at the point of correcting her with a good snap, she bats those basset baby browns and I melt.
She might not have magic, but she is very good at making up. Puppy kisses. Puppy snuggles.
Not fair. She has us wrapped around her little paws. Which aren’t that little. If she grows into them she’s going to be a bloodhound. Poor thing.
Tillie still messes in the house. I, of course, never did that, but it means we spend a lot of time outside doing walkies while Joey The Creep waits for her to poop and pee. It does give me more time to properly mark my territory.
She also doesn’t know what makes a good friend. The silly puppygirl has attracted a ghostygirl. Now how are we supposed to get rid of it?
Guess I’m back to work.
I'm thrilled to report George is on sale for .99 at Amazon through the New Year as a warm up for Tillie's introduction!