This is my dog.
Correction: This is my husband and
sister-in-law’s dog. I am merely her (the dog’s) keeper. *sigh*
She’s considered champagne and silver in colour. Bless her. She really is quite sweet in colour –
when she’s been groomed. Sometimes she has expressions, like a human. I know
all dog-lovers and owners say the same thing – but its truth. Dogs have
expressions.
Her name is Lupa. She will also respond to Boobie, Sausage, and Darling.
Sometimes she looks at me and I know that
she thinks me a fool for not responding faster to her telepathic demands.
Lupa telepathically communicates to let her lie in her nest of blankets |
Mostly, she loves to have her head squished
onto the carpet floor for a double face rub. I can’t explain this. I think it
has to do with the way James and Natalie played with her as a puppy.
She is a picky eater, though I only feed
her (much researched upon) dog food. She is also moody. Her ears point up like
that of a bat. She smacks her lips when she’s hungry and curls her entire body
up like a snail when she’s cold. She refuses to lie on the floor. Yes, she is a dog. No, you will not convince her of it. She will lie on
ANYTHING but the floor. A towel, some clothing, a cushion, her bed, her
blankie, her crate, she even once climbed onto a mountain overflowing from my
sister-in-law’s handbag and settled, quite uncomfortably on top of it all.
As I said, anything but the floor...
She is, in short, a gorgeous little
nightmare. And I love her. Even though she’s taken to eating second dinners in
true hobbit-fashion. (doesn't she know
we’re on a budget?!) And even though she adores
everyone but me. I understand, I am the boss and we have boundaries, sweet Lupa
and I.
Oh! I should say that I am so thankful to have her in this
big quiet house.
To annoy me and make demands with her eyes.
To eat too much,
and sleep too much and whine (in a way not dissimilar to a ghostly cow) if I look like I’m contemplating moving to another
room.
And to oblige me when I’m feeling lonely and need some affection. It’s
amazing what this little champagne and silver creature can do for a lonely
heart.
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