THE GOOD OLD DAYS
January 2004, Nevis, West Indies, Caribbean
I am born a bastard pup and left to fend for myself just days old. Full of fleas and worms the odds were not in my favour until a gal rescued our litter determined to find us all good homes.
January 2011, Hampshire, England
I had been suspecting for several months that something was changing with mom. For starters, she was clearing her plate at every meal. My treasured treat at the end of their meals ended.
The first 10-months with Ouisie were great. She stayed put. Then last month, she started to move. Since then, there has been no stopping her. Her designated play area expands daily. Mine diminishes hourly. My favourite sleeping nook by the radiator– gone. My bed is now in the doorway with a biting draft. The other day, mom moved my bed completely out of the family room. An hour of barking and whining finally got me moved back in as the doorstop.
I do not understand Ouisie’s fascination with my tail. Personally, I do not know why I have it myself. But let it be known, it hurts when yanked. For that matter, the pulling of my fur, my ears and any other part of me needs to stop. She has a basket full of stuffed animals– pull on their ears for a change! As for the whiskers around my nose… having those pulled can bring even the strongest of us canines to our knees and elbows.
OUISIE EATS SOLIDS
Snack time! Sitting underneath Ouisie’s high chair is a shower of treats— Cheerios! Chicken! Spaghetti! Snack time three times a day! Of late though, mom has been kicking me out of the kitchen during feeding as I am “distracting”-
I do not know what that means other than it results in the kitchen door being shut on my snout. I am not sure what the fuss is about as Ouisie just wants to share- and I am happy to oblige.
I would like to set the records straight. I really do not like to play. Never have. My parents have tried over the years with countless toys, sticks, balls, empty plastic bottles—you name it. It boils down to the simple fact that I really hate to fetch. What a pointless game! From time to time I will chase a ball or a fallen apple from the tree around the garden a couple of times just to bemuse my owners. But after two goes- I’m bored.
I think I hear mom coming back downstairs. Gotta wrap this up and get off the couch before being caught. Better yet… perhaps tonight I will press my luck to see if I can catch some zzz’s from this comfy spot…