Today you are seven months and nine days old.
You tend to set the schedule around the house and make no apologies for it. You wake up a very nice puppy wondering why we don't pop into action because you happened to stir into consciousness. Your little brother likes to sleep in, and this to you, is quite baffling and unacceptable. To you, it's time to GO! Your brother and I continue to love the sweetness and non-chewy nature of morning puppy, but you often forget that you are the reason that we are so tired.
You've grown a good bit, but mostly wide. Your brother remains wee. He fine with it and so am I. You are also very close to going into heat and your Father has zero clue what we are in for. I expect you to be drawing many suitors soon that I will have to swat with a broom to protect your virginity. My hands will bleed clenching the swat broom to keep you from any such thing. I have more than once sat you down and talked about how lucky you were to not be born a shelter leaving. So let's not make Mama upset with more ... albiet gorgeous.... puppies that are not needed. I'll do my part, you do yours. There's food in it for you, fair?
Last week I kept smelling a completely fowl odor, and you sat by knowing I was blaming your Father. I didn't HEAR it, but the smell filled my nostrils and even woke the Russian. Your Father left for work later that week and it was at least a half hour in passing before that familiar stench reappeared. It was you! And you straight faced lied.
You also helped yourself to all the carrots I was trying to grow. You were not able to stop yourself and wore a guilty face. It's ok, you were only trying to help and they tickled your nose ever so enticingly.
Your new lesson is "no jump" you do not understand your strength and you knock Mama down often, as well as others who simply want to greet you. Your Father is in charge if this correction, we can't have you pummeling guests out of your instinct to be friendly and say hello, baby girl you are too big to do such and people will start to not like you. I know you want to be favored, not recoiled from... so we are going to work on that. We can't have more than one unruly Morgan darling, I took that crown years ago.
Be good.
Love,
Mama
3 comments:
Damn that girl is all muscle! Simon seems to be holding up very well.
naked swimming puppy! naked swimming puppy!!!
Simon is trying. As I wrote, he's not been the same since Deeder moved out, has lost a bit of weight, actually a lot of weight but he's also lost more teeth. Yes BLD, my heart is breaking every damned day you guys know how much these beasts mean to me, and after so many years. No offense to Kyles, but it's not yet quite the same. I'd do anything for her, but the fondness of a decade is along way off. I finally flipped out and made Mr. start buying canned food. He said Simon was being picky, and I said I gave two fucks, get it, he HAS to eat! He is picky, but.. are we to punish a 12 year old dog for having a sore mouth or being picky? That said, the canned food came home.
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