Humor Me

Toot Toot Toots!

(Written 12/15/2010 – Shared today in honor of National Doggie Day)

Guess what?  

Alex figured out that if you grab Toots’s snout – and angle her nostrils just right – you can blow a tune.  Yup, just like blowing into an empty bottle, her nostrils toot.  (Her name has never been more fitting.)  

Our cute puppy looked into the eyes of the human gripping her most important body part, and wondered what the heck had gotten into him?!  As her nose was tooted again, the crossed-eyed glare was replaced with perked ears.  Had she not been in such a puppy-concerning grip – she would have entertained us with the stereotypical curious-puppy head tilts.  She did try – though the strange puffs of air assaulting her nostrils were more cause for concern than displaying head tilting curiosity.  For some reason Toots still loves this child.

Alex was not the only one to toy with her this week.  

I will tell you first, that our puppy has not one bit of interest being outdoors – unless someone is with her.  She does not like to be alone, and she especially does not like being out in the cold.  This week, Mother Nature furthered that notion.

Toots’ morning routine is: walk out the back door – take a little potty break – then a little water bowl break – then sit starring at the sliding doors – until someone feels the intensity of her glare – and lets her back in.

Well… the 22 degree weather put a new twist on that water bowl break.  She went to take a drink and – lo and behold – ice replaced the water!  Thankfully her tongue did not stick to the frozen block. (Although that could have made one heck of a story… lol)  Tilting her head in confusion, she inspected again, as if she could see beyond the illusion. (She was too cute!  Totally could not wrap her head around it.)  A few sniffs – a moment of powerful puppy ‘infrared beams’ focused directly on the bowl – and when that proved futile, she nudged the frozen block with a concerned paw.  It rocked and spun, making all sorts of clamor.  She tilted her head – actually her whole body, and then reeled up, to better pounce down on the edge of the bowl.  The ice whirled around  and around, as Toots pounced and pounced.  She tried every angle, looking for any clue as to what happened to her water – a clue that was never going to come

Note from Nancy:  This story is a sample reading from My Issues – The Creature Feature.  Yes… my official first book! 🙂   It’s now available through CreateSpace and Amazon. Click here for more info.   

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