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.