1. So picture this. A whippet–elderly-behaving, though only middle-aged. Of a breed known for sloth and languor. Also wimpiness. ie: she doesn’t like cold. Or heat. Or walks more than, say, 1/4 mile long. The extreme anguish of, having toenails clipped nearly does her in. She doesn’t like eating big chunks of food. Or, you know, treats that require her to chew. She’s a princess.
Add to the household a puppy. Who’s, you know, puppy-ish. With puppy teeth & puppy endurance–only & also, this is a cattle-dog puppy. Known for toughness (ie: kick a cattle dog in the head with a cow-hoof & they’ll just come back for more.) Seriously valiant. Smart, and totally insane with the desire to enforce every rule ever. (Once they’re grown, anyway. As puppies, they’re just wicked strong-willed.)
You’d expect horror on the part of the whippet, upon being confronted with household-addition. Right? Like her world, her perfect world, has ended and how did she end up in this BuffyVerse hell-dimension where everything is wrong.
Except, no. Actually, Nellie is discovering her inner alpha-dog, and is playing the puppy into exhausted oblivion each day. And night. And really, whenever she can. Nellie is chasing and cajoling, and teasing, and biting, and leaping-lightly-over, and tormenting the puppy until they both fall into happy, snorting slumber. Nellie thinks the puppy rocks, and the puppy thinks Nellie is a goddess.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more adorable than a tough-as-nails cattle pup playing with an elegant-as-shit whippet-princess, but it’s awesome, and I couldn’t be more pleased (and surprised.)
Who knew? Nellie’s just been bored out of her skull all these years. Stupid humans.
2. The kiddo, on the other hand, is pretty intimidated by the puppy’s determination to herd him, via grabbing on to his cuffs and yanking. He also really hates me raising my voice to the puppy which is–sometimes–PUPPY!–unavoidable. But it’s traumatic for him to hear mama yelling about anything, I guess. ::sigh::
He’s trying. He loves it when the pups play together, he wants to be in the middle of it. Until all of a sudden he is, and then he panics. And he enjoys throwing things for puppy to retrieve, though he’s not crazy about getting her to drop the toy for him to pick up. But he really really doesn’t like being around the pup when she’s being reprimanded. And, sadly, this is a dog that has gotten & will continue to get LOTS of reprimands until she figures out that humans aren’t for herding. (Especially somewhat fearful 4yo humans without a lot of dominant-dog experience.)
I bought bitter apple to spray on our cuffs. She licks that shit up. Literally. I’ve never seen anything like it. Bring it on, she says in her puppy growl. You think I care that my mouth tastes like dead things? Bring it on. I STILL eat your pants. Tasty dead things. And more importantly, you WILL go where I want you to go… Gr.
Gonna be an interesting few months…
3. Kiddo has, however, thanks to his loving papa, discovered the giddy joy that is Captain Underpants (tra-la-laaaaaa!) Never did it for me, but then, I am not a 4yo boy. And he is. Oh my, is he ever. Paroxysms of giggles. Every night. As he’s drifting off to sleep he’s murmuring horrible potty-humor to himself, and I’m laughing to hear him on the monitor, appalled & absolutely delighted in equal measure. Also very grateful that his father has taken on the Captain Underpants reading responsibility. Not sure I’d enjoy it as much if I had to be reading it!
4. I’m getting a ton of writing done these days, which is nice. In between scolding the puppy & reassuring the child, anyway. I keep feeling like if I could just have 8 uninterrupted hours I could finish something, but honestly, I’d likely just putter around on Pinterest for 4 of those hours. Still. Four hours would be nice….and I do like Pinterest…
5. In family news, I’m expecting a new ‘step’ grandson soon, which is beyond exciting. Honestly can’t wait. Any day now. And can I just say that it’s sort of wonderful getting to step in & pretend to be a grandma? I know I’m not ‘real’ grandma, I’m just grandpa’s wife; but as someone who became a mother rather late in life, I’m well aware that there’s every chance I’ll not be around to meet my son’s children. So getting to be an honorary ‘grandma’ to his nieces & nephews? Priceless experience. I am the luckiest woman in the world.
And really, at the end of all this? It’s SPRING. FINALLY. And things are starting to be ok again. This was an awful winter. Really hard to get through. really hard to believe it would ever end. But it did. And I’ve been planting kale and spinach in the garden. And I’m going to go buy some marigolds soon. Maybe tomorrow. And my tomato starts are things (far too many things!–where am I going to put all of them???!!!) of beauty. And it’s not winter anymore. And I’m not sure I can fully express how relieved I am that that’s the case.
Happy spring, everyone. Hope you have puppies & gardens galore.