Wednesday, January 13, 2016
another post about the dog
Well, I didn't, as it turned out, get to sit on the couch and read all day Sunday. The puppy, having discovered that it wasn't that bad outside, would not be satisfied with naps in laps and Would. Not. Stop. pestering me to play. Fine! So I took her over to the shop yard to run around and do doggy stuff while I tackled a section of the way overgrown fence between us and the neighbor on the side with gloves and long handled nippers. It didn't take long before I shed my hat and jacket. Actually, I'm glad that I did get out in the sunny day since the next day it turned overcast.
The puppy, who is now curled up beside me, is fast transitioning into a dog. One of the would be Little Fuckers from down the block still visits just about every day, unconvinced I guess that she is no longer interested in his attentions, and they play, or rather Minnie runs huge circles around him while he sits there looking confused.
Since most of her toys have been relieved of all their stuffing and torn to shreds, I bought her two new ones last Friday at the Episcopal Church re-sale shop, a little blue bear and a green frog. Nearly broke the bank at 25 cents a piece. She spent the day Saturday doing brain surgery on the blue bear.
She's also partial to a toy we bought for the cat who never seemed much interested in playing with it. It's a stuffed mouse that makes an eeky noise when moved. She runs around with that thing in her mouth throwing it around. Must be the rat terrier in her.
One day when she was being a pest, I told her to use her words and she started making the funniest sequence of sounds so when whining or barking doesn't get her what she wants, she'll sit next to me looking intently at my face and...talk.
We're not exactly sure who got lucky the day we found her in the yard.