A Labradoodle pup (named “Cookie”) showed up in my yard on a very cold day. Cookie refused to leave, and this was what she looked like, shivering in the cold:
Somewhat irresistible. So I let Puff out for a closer look:
While this was going on, I noticed that Molly the Jack Russell Terrorist was having a conniption fit just inside the front door. I could not dare let her out, because she hates all animals even though for reasons best known to her she allows Puff to live — albeit in a terrorized state. (She is all of fifteen pounds, to Puff’s fifty seven, and she is female, leaving the good-natured Puff at a serious disadvantage.)
But I couldn’t resist snapping a photo of as much as I dared without letting her out. Opening the door just a crack was enough to display her warmth and charm.
I did not raise Molly; I inherited her.
She allows me to live here, on probation.
A pique inside a crack!
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6 responses to “A pique inside a crack!”
LABRADOODLE
I hope NOBODY ever recognizes this thing – this atrocity – as a breed. And if they have already, I don’t want to know. (via Eric)…
All I can say about this: Rrraaaarrrff! Rrraaaarrrff!
Fotoromanzo
This cute little slice of puppy life reminded me of those Italian fotoromanzi my older girl-cousins read all the time. Basically, they were soap opera in comic book form with real photos in the place of drawings. I also realized
Having met Molly, I just have to say that
your latest picture truly does capture
the Molly experience. A treasure forever.
Justin
I shudder to think of the expression on Molly’s face should she catch a glimpse of the blatant sexism ( anthropomorphised? )in regards to her relationship to Puff. “He loves her” you defend – but you’re the one who named him Puff.
Molly and I enjoyed that last cryptic comment — although I think my partiality to Puff (aggravated by Molly’s belligerance) is a more likely culprit than sexism…..