The Monster

ImageThe fuzzy little monstrosity above is the puppeh on the second day of being in my life. The puppeh like most children came into being because my late love got me very drunk whilst watching Bolt, and when I was an emotional sobbing heap (I cry easily during Pixar and Disney crap) planted the suggestion of getting a dog.

Another dog to be correct.

You see, already reigning supremely was Her Royal Puppiness, La Principessa, Roxanna Elsa Eldora… or was it Aldora?  I’ve got the papers somewhere, but that was the munchkin’s name.  Roxie for short.  And she was the cutest puppy on the entire face of the planet, not spoiled, but heavily indulged. Heavily, heavily indulged.  7.2 lbs of Shih Tzu runtiness had one trunk of outfits, and a casket of jewelry…the real bling to boot.  She was bathed bimonthly at the least, and had her own stylist every 6 weeks.  Yes, one of THOSE dogs.  

But she was a good sport about being fawned over, and it mostly did not go to her head.  She was the ultimate lap dog, and would just lie contently to the point that you would forget that she was there.  I kind of liked that, as she reminded me of a cat, and I really am more of a cat person.  I had a cat for aeons, but we’ll discuss her another time.

Where was I?  Right.  So the Principessa was used to be waited on and worshipped, as my hunny was a hairdresser and worked from home, meaning that there were always people there, and she was always getting attention.  But then he decided to contract cancer (another blog), and was going to die (another blog), and then she would be alone since I worked in an office, ergo, champagne, Bolt, another puppeh for the Principessa for company.

After a week of surfing “puppy porn” as everyone was wont to say, I saw the monster with her sisters. She was looking at the camera and into my soul.  I screamed for my hunny – as he was about to start cutting a client – and said “THAT ONE”.  He dropped the scissors, the client was right into it and 45 minutes later the hair was done, and the deal struck with the breeder, for pickup the next day.  As my car was in the shop, his client drove us.

Weighing in at a whopping 1.1lb, the fluff ball entered our lives.

Published by psychoterrierpy

Thoughts and Feelings; Poetry and Prose; Ramblings and Prophecies.

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