Mum’s recliner was so boring. It was all green. No extra color whatsoever. I decided to help mum and add some splash to the recliner.
She didn’t like it much when she first saw it. Actually, she behaved a bit like a child and pouted silently for hours. The next day she covered the whole recliner with the same color. Well let me tell you, my mum is very stubborn and sometimes it takes a little effort to make her see the light. I knew that she would like it if only she got used to it. Today when she got home from work I thought I saw excitement in her eyes when she saw my masterpiece. Nope, it wasn’t excitement! When I saw Simba leave the room and take cover, I knew it was time to put myself in my crate. ?
First night home for Gypsy and it was time for bed. I laid on mum’s left side as I always do. I like to stretch out right up against her under the covers and my head on my pillow. Mum has her pillow and I have my own pillow. This is how I have been falling asleep for eight years. Last night, my puppy sister wanted my spot! Mum would pick her up and lay her on the other side of her. I would get all comfy under the blanket and suddenly boom!Continue reading →
My puppy sister has been a handful. I don’t know how mum has patience for her. When she was smaller I taught her how to play with my toys. I would bring one over to her and wiggle it over her face until she’d grab it. Then I’d pull but she’d let go. It took a few days to teach her the game of tug of war. It was actually lots of fun for me to drag her around the entire living room. She liked being dragged and learned to pull back too. I warned her not to rip my toys because mum sends then to the hospital and they’re there for a long time. With time, I felt myself get weaker and playing like this sometimes hurt. I couldn’t drag her around the living room anymore. Sometimes, my neck and mouth would get sore. Mum said there wasn’t anything wrong with me, Gypsy was getting bigger and stronger. Suddenly I noticed that mum was right. Gypsy is as tall as I am. I’m still a faster runner, ha! She started to pull so hard that she started to rip my toys. I would stop and tell her mum would send it to the hospital to get fixed, but she wouldn’t loosen her grip. She thinks she can actually win. This is what happens when you don’t play nice, injured toys laying all over the place. Mum would pick them up shaking her head saying, “Oh no, Gypsy. Play nice.” At first, Gypsy would try to pull them out of mum’s hands as she picked them up. Mum says Gypsy is real smart but I think she seems to be a little slow sometimes. The morning the toys came back from the hospital, they looked all better. But this is what mum found when she came that afternoon.
Mum looked so disappointed. Her voice was louder this time as she said “No Gypsy, this is not okay.” Gypsy still tried to take them from her hand again. Jeez, are you kidding? She doesn’t understand human or canine talk. Where is she from? The toys took a while to come back this time, so Gypsy found new toys every time mum was gone for a while. Every time mum would get home and find proof of Gyspy play sessions, her voice would get louder and angrier.
Then one day, I think Gypsy finally got it. Because when mum walked in and exclaimed “Oh no!” Gypsy ran to her crate and didn’t come out until mum finished cleaning up and softened her voice. Maybe, she does have some brains in that hard head of hers. Mum says she’s just a puppy and she’ll learn. When? Who knows!
This Christmas I had to teach Gypsy many things. This must be this puppy’s first Christmas. She was really good about not playing with the ornaments on the tree. However, about a week before Christmas she came home from the woof doctor with a funny looking cone thing on her head. In her defense, she would forget about the cone when running past the tree and the cone would knock off the bottom ornaments. She did pull my human sister’s gift out from under the tree. I explained that was not hers; her gifts are in the stockings hanging from the fireplace. She is still too short to feel the stockings for presents but she watched me as I poked each one and pointed out which ones were ours. On Christmas Eve we got to open our presents one by
one. Mum would give Gypsy her present to unwrap and then she would give me mine. As soon as Gypsy saw mum hand me my present, she would drop her wrapped present and run over to take my wrapped present away. Mum chased her around trying to get it back but that made Gypsy run faster. I would open my present and then go over to show Gypsy how to unwrap hers. Gypsy was more interested in playing with all the great toys that I had already unwrapped than unwrapping her presents. I love unwrapping presents so I unwrapped them for her. We spent the next hour playing tug-o-war with all our Christmas presents. Having a little sister isn’t so bad sometimes.