Mussoorie, the Big Brown Dog
I have failed to give adequate time and attention (on this blog and in real life) to our first child, and probably the only “girl” I will ever have, if you can call her a girl anymore. She is a bit demanding but full of personality. Like right now, she is whining at me. She wants water. At 3 AM, last night, she needed to go outside to relieve herself. Yesterday, she puked Mr. Smiley’s poop (who wouldn’t) on the carpet (I haven’t figured out what she is missing nutritionally). In the winter, she insists on sleeping under the covers, OUR covers. She rides in the front seat, and fits comfortably on the driver’s seat should I run inside a store. She is more efficient and quicker than a vacuum; and works well as a substitute washcloth on children’s food filled hands. She can be more annoying than a fly at a picnic. She doesn’t shed. She loves to snuggle on the couch. She will play dress up. She rolls her eyes, barks in her sleep, and allows the boys to sit on her like a horse. She thinks that she is a 75 pound lap-dog.
Mussie mostly likes to sleep. However, she loves to go camping, backpack, and chase rubber balls. (I should say, destroy rubber balls.) She can hear a tuna can being opened from a long distance away, yet ignore attempts to get her to go potty one last time before nighty-night. Did I mention that she will ring a bell to go outside, play dead when shot with a pretend finger trigger, get dizzy when you spin your hand, and shake-a-paw when offered a palm?
I love our dog. She can be pretty annoying. But she really cleans the kitchen floor well. I don’t know how young families live without a dog to pick up crumbs!