Matty is so thoughtful and considerate. there’s just so much stuff around the house that we either didn’t think to, or just haven’t yet gotten the chance to chew to pieces ourselves. she helps us out a lot in that regard. we’re so proud of our little Chewing Machine. she’s SUCH a good biter and chewer.
i think i’m her little boyfriend, too. she seems to be overly velcroed to me. ironic, because she’s my grandfather’s dog; my own dog (sweet and brave little Tyger, a giant Yorkie with floppy ears, who never went grey and never grew his hair very long like other Yorkshire Terriers – strange, ‘coz he had a pedigree and was full-blooded and everything; a real genetic freak!) was closer to my grandfather than to me. she just gravitates toward me the way that Tyger gravitated to him. funny how dogs work. i was a mean little bastard though, ‘coz i got Tyger when i was 10 or 11 and he was just a little bitty puppy daug and i was just an awful, awful kid who used to get into fights with him and be mean to him and stuff. poor little guy. he could still be terribly sweet to me, but we never were as close as he was with my grandfather. i still miss him horribly. brave little guy. he always valiantly protected us against the evil legions of dastardly postal workers who sought (in vain! ye gods) to overcome us and take over our House almost every single day. (& he died in awful pain, at the vet’s, away from his family, which breaks my heart all to pieces to think about to this very day. poor sweet brave little Tyger, an old little doggie-man at the age of 11, died with broken pancreas and heart, my sweet foreverpuppy….) (damn, honestly weeping now)
it’s so amazing to think that she’s only been in the world for a little over 3 months! three months! so young… little baby puppy daug. she’s so big and smart and active and friendly and curious.
gave her her first bath in her new home the other day. it wasn’t… AS… successful… as it could have been. but no matter. she’s cleaner by some measure, so all’s well anyway.
she’s learning about her potty pads. slowly but surely she’s wetting and crapping near these pads that they make for dogs and bedwetting little brats. the dog variety is supposed to attract them, but it doesn’t really. but she’s getting real close, and most of the time that she makes a present near them, she does it right on them, which is great. i hate when she pees elsewhere, because then i have to scold her, which breaks my heart, because she knows she’s bad and puts her tail down and her ears back and when she sees my hand headed for her lil’ butt she runs like hell with that sweet sad scared look on her face. poor little baby! i never spank her very hard at all. she knows, and even the slightest of touches hammers the point home.
sweet little baby-puppy!
