Puppy Love

In honor of National Doggie Day 🙂

Early riser that I am – I’m up and about even before the dog.  Poor thing is used to me traipsing down the stairs, eager to push that button on my trusty coffee pot.  If she could talk, she would surely offer a beseeching ‘not again.’ (Actually I think I heard her try.)

I’ve learned in these wee hours that there are many faces to my Toots.  She makes a perfect groggy, one-eyed you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me frown.  That is, if I’ve managed to have woken her softly.  However, if I have startled her – like by turning on the living room lights – and forgetting to dim them first – she gives me a perfect evil-eyed scowl, once she has gotten past the painful squinting phase.  She sometimes rolls her eyes (I swear) and then, unsteadily, changes her sleepy curled up body to a better position – one that better averts the glare of kitchen lights. 

Many times (thankfully) she’s quite un-phased by my early morning entrance.  She barely opens an eye, only enough to check if it’s me – which she knows it is – cause no other sane human being in this household is up this ridiculously early.  (Seriously, I wish I could sleep!)  I start the coffee pot and she does not move from her slumber.  

Some mornings, when I am feeling particularly limber, I make my way to the floor and join her in her bean bag.  Wagging her tail, she moves just enough to give me snuggle room, and unknowingly her warmed spot.  She does a quick sniff of my morning breath – which somehow does not kill her – and we snuggle until my coffee is done.  

This mornings greeting was sweet.  I sat on the couch as my coffee brewed.  Upon seeing me, Toots forced her body out of the bean bag.  Normally there is a moment of rousing puppy yoga – that flawless downward dog, immediately followed by upward dog – but not this morning.  Struggling against still sleeping limbs she greeted me.  Her stiffness painfully visible, and yet she was determined to be with me.

I knew why…  Yesterday she spent a great part of the day on her own.  We were gone most of the morning – came home for a short time to let her out – then left again for a few more hours.  (She was SO good – no mess in the house – nothing broken – and then so happy to see us.  She is truly the perfect pooch.)  

I wish at this moment, that I could turn back time – just a little – so I could greet her with a snuggle in her bean bag, but she was already on her way.  I did what I could to ease her – massaged her warm furry head, around her downy soft ears, under her collar – where her favorite scratch-me zone was.  

Putty in my hands, her eyes radiated Puppy Love – so pure and clear.  I truly felt her heart, just from her gaze. (It was palpable.)  She loves her family.  She is family.  She is loved right back!

It is moments like this that revoke my threats of puppy probation… even if she pokes those holes in my screens and won’t stop shredding my window shades… I decided right now, right this second, she is perfect.  

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.   


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.   


I Vacuumed the Dog

* I am trying something new… I’ve attached my first attempt at audio.  I realize it’s rough in places.  I thought I’d share to get some feedback.  In the future, I will attach the links at the bottom of the story.


Sleep – What Sleep?!

* Another oldie, written 01/15/2010 after a night with no sleep.  I dug it out to share after Frank took to sleeping with friends on trains. 😉  Sleep.  How appropriate the subject – as it is 2 a.m. and I can’t


Messages from Above and Beyond

I laid on the floor with my new furry child. The one that won my heart at a dirty shelter. On, of all days, the 6th anniversary of my fathers death. The one that wandered the isles of the pet store


Tornado Trauma… almost…

I’m sitting at my computer trying to get some editing done. My mother’s book is pressing, thanks to publishers and deadlines…. Everyone just left the house… and the noise and commotion with it as well.   A window of opportunity