Puppy. I’ve heard my moms talking about getting a puppy for the past few years now. The say it in a perky way and then look at me hopefully. Sometimes I tilt my head, and sometimes I pretend not to know what they are talking about. Truth is – I’m ambivalent. Sure – it might be nice to have a young playmate – there are plenty of times when my Border Collie genes kick in and I am bouncing off the walls to play dogstyle. But then again, a puppy is a major inconvenience to my current lifestyle. I have things pretty good. In fact, I am completely spoiled. I have couch privileges, and I get to cuddle in bed between my moms while they read out loud to each other. Lately, they are reading some book that must be about me – I keep hearing “Harry” page after page. It is sometimes followed by the word “potter.” In fact – this is the second “Harry” book they are reading! Guess I am more famous than I thought. But getting back to the puppy issue – I am just worried that I won’t get as much attention as I do now. I’m used to being the cute fun dog around here. What if the pup is even more cute and fun than I am?
It might be nice to have someone to boss around, though. Jasmine’s great – but she is dominant. I have always been the low dog on the totem pole, and as such I am expected to give up my food and my bed whenever she wants either. A pup could be my minion. My biggest fan, my adoring apprentice. I could show her how to get the tasty cat poops out of the litter box, how to beg with just your eyes, and how to do all kinds of tricks for treats. Maybe this whole puppy idea isn’t so bad after all…
