Early morning, still dark. I’m being watched, stared at with
penetrating black eyes. I feign sleep, but my attacker moves to phase two of “Wake
the Humans.” A cold nose on my cheek, a tongue in my ear (not the good kind)
and then if I don’t respond in a nanosecond, a tongue in my mouth (gross). Then
the growls begin and all havoc breaks loose. That is a typical morning for me
thanks to Silly Millie.
Though Polly is my special girl whom I’ve known and loved
since the day she was born, Millie is my other sweetie pie. Paul contributed a
lot to our relationship: love, understanding, compassion, humor and another
wonderful little girl to love.
Millie is a mix of miniature schnauzer and maltese, but she
sure acts like a rabid monster of a canine when she wants to. Not so much the
loving type, she shows her affections by playing for hours and staring you down
when you stop before she wants to.
She can be a handful, but what kid isn’t sometimes. I just
love her up. My little terrier-ist. What a wonderful gift she is. Many thanks.
No comments:
Post a Comment