Saturday, July 11, 2015
there's a new thing at the house and the cat is pissed
Tuesday afternoon when I was out in the yard a little puppy ran up and started dancing at my feet.
“Yes, you're cute,” I say, “but go home.” And I went inside.
When I got back from yoga Tuesday evening, Marc was out in the yard.
“Look what's out here,” he says as the little puppy is dancing at his feet.
Yes, I saw her earlier and told her to go home. Later he came in and said, “Don't touch her or she'll pee all over you”. That night when I went to close up the garage, she was laying on the mat behind the door in the garage.
“Scoot, little dog. Scoot!” I could not shoo her out of the garage long enough to get the garage door down. Stomps into the office, “I can't get the dog out of the garage to get the door closed”.
“Well, leave it open”, he says, “not like it hasn't been left open before”.
Next morning, skinny little dog is still there following me around while I water the flower beds. She ran into the hose and started lapping the droplets. OK, get water for the little dog for which she is oh so grateful let me lick your face waggy tail.
No no no no no. We don't want a dog and if we did want a dog it wouldn't be a little nervous energetic rat dog. It wouldn't be a puppy even, probably. Besides, we have a cat and she doesn't play well with others, she's an only cat thank you very much and she wants to keep it that way.
A phone call to my sister about seeing if our boss wanted to take on another dog or get the local S.P.O.T involved and a bag of food later, the little dog is doing her best to worm her way into our hearts. She already made it into the house.
You can see where this is going right?
bed and toys compliments of her auntie
Her name is Mini-Merlin, or Mini-Mer, or just plain Minnie. Because she looks like a miniature version of my sister's little dog Merlin. She's about 2 months old.