I said I would never get a dog again. And then I did. I had
a lab and said I would never get a lab again. Mine could never be replaced. So
I got a lab mix, a labradoodle. Charley, I said was the worst dog ever. Then
came Tessie. I was wrong about Charley. And so the story goes.
I see many blogs in my future about Tess, the mess. She is a
girl or I would rename her the Tramp from Lady and the Tramp because not only
is her color close to his but her hair looks similar, messy and, if she had a voice, that smart ass
personality would be present also.
Heck, I swear she even rolls her eyes at me when she gets exasperated like when my kids were teens and I was giving
the safe sex talk and told them the best way to avoid it is just don’t do it!
Maybe Tessie senses I think she is a hussy and we are having a female power
struggle in our house.
And speaking of power struggle, I thought the humans were
supposed to be in control? I just told her today, I miss Charley. That is my
lovely lab that was so devoted to me. You know her response, yea I bet you do.
The dog that seldom barks barked at me as if to say, “Tough beans, you are
stuck with me, suck it up!” Instead of
being my girl, it is like that song Jessie’s girl and I am Tessie’s girl! She
thinks she is the master over me. Is it
too late, at 7 months, to take her back? I looked at her today and found two
can play that game then and I barked back at her and she ran for cover!
Speaking of cover, my escape route is the shower,
peace! We have one of those wonderful
large walk in showers with a super cool shower head with it that puts out a
mist like you are standing in the rain.
Apparently the only time Tess likes the rain is inside, in that damn
shower. And I like my showers alone, at
least not with the smell of a wet dog if you get my drift.
Today, as I am preparing for my shower, I neglected to close
the shower doors completely, leaving one up a smidgeon. As I walk back into the bathroom, standing in
where I should have been in just a few moments is Tessie, breathing in the nice
warm steam. I stand outside the door
realizing she had, once again, taken her head and bumped the door open and now
had her face was upwards soaking up the mist like she was Queen of the House.
Daddy was gone and so Tessie’s girl could simply wait till she was done.
Oh hell no is what I said audibly! And with that, she hustled to the back of the
shower out of reach. So we played that game for a few moments until she made
a
mad dash out of the shower before I could catch her. By now, being full soaked
smelling like a wet dog, she made a b-line for my bed. Then, to compound my
frustration, she quickly rolled on the bedspread to dry off before I could grab
a towel. Oh, to have Charley back and have a puppy that cared about being in the
good graces of mommy!
For some reason, the bathroom is a pitfall for Tessie. The
garbage man comes two times a week but in our bathroom it is cleaned out daily.
Our darn trash can is motion activated
and Tess has learned how to use her snout to pop the lid, bury her head down
deep and seize the contents and tear out of there with them firmly in her
grip. This pup loves eating tissue and
paper! I am seriously thinking about writing the manufacturer Ninestars and
suggest they put on their label Motion Activated by Hand or Dog Snout.
We always have one particular paper in our house, our
community newsletter. Perhaps partially because I write at least one article in
it a month, I have to read it. Yes, there is some vanity there. This month Tessie heard me read it aloud and
hated the piece. She ripped it to shreds; get this, not the entire newsletter,
just the page my article appeared on. I
am calling her now tear-er instead of terror!
She has been trained. But I apparently haven’t been. We are
both taking refreshers later this month. In the meantime I thought the Dog
Whisper might
be a good thing to watch till our lessons. Anyways, Tessie loves
watching television in the bedroom at night from the bed where she can see it
well. So I taped several episodes. These shows, it is pretty easy to tell it is
a dog show by the noises of the dogs on the show. However, it seems to be the only show Tess is
not in the least interested in. I think, honestly, it is because she realizes
the dogs are not the master. She is much smarter than the Dog Whisperer. He
really needs to come to her house. Note, I said her house, not mine!
About the time I think the breeder needs to take her back
and someone offers to take her because they think she is so darn cute, she hops
on my lap trying to make up to me. There
is something in me that suckers up to her when she lays her head on my chest
and plants those little kisses on me. I
do love how when we play hide and seek, she can always find me and just seems
so overjoyed at the sight of me and makes me feel so loved and appreciated. And
then her tail wags and I know the bond we have has continued to grow. And I
can’t help myself and realize the puppy I brought home is staying here till the
day she grows her wings.
But I won’t stop poking fun at her till the day she stops
doing it to me!
