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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: KLP who wrote (42765)	7/17/2002 12:01:53 PM
From: Sarkie	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

I turned one year old last month and I promised myself that I would drop you a note and tell you how my life is with the Kreiss family. As the breeder who introduced my dog parents and helped bring me into the world, you deserve to know how your "little one" is doing. But don't be expecting one of those heartwarming Lassie stories or Millie the Dog memoirs. Think of this more like a Jerry Springer-Spaniel sort of story. I know you thought I was an easy going puppy but it was all an act. I am an Alpha all the way, babe. The Kreisses are okay as owners go. Clearly the Mrs.needed me to fill in the gap left in her life when her kids both decided to get married within a year of each other. I hate when that happens. I want to be wanted just for myself. By the way, I resented that you sold me. I mean, it was a great price and in dog dollars it was a killing but I don't like to think of myself as a commodity. And you could have been a little more thorough in interviewing the Kreisses. They do not, I repeat, do not have the fenced in yard they promised. I don't mind that you sent me away from Tucson where I was born but I just cannot get used to doing my business in the snow. That ice really freezes up the works, if you know what I mean. The Mrs. doesn't shut up when she walks me. "Hurry upaEUR\|That's a good ZoeaEUR\|. HurryaEUR\| Hurry." She's out there in woolen pants, a down coat, a hat and gloves. I'm out there in my birthday suit and she wants me to hurry up. When I hear "hurry up" know what I do? I take my own sweet time, pretending that I found something great to sniff. Or I put up my ears and stare just behind her to give her the creeps. Oh yeah. One thing I am happy about is that there are no kids around to share the attention. When we pass kids at the bus stop I wag my tail like crazy and pretend to love the little rats. The Mrs. eats it up. She always says the same thing to the moms and dads, "Oh Zoe loves children. Of course they can pet her." Let me tell you, it takes a lot of self-control not to take a bite out of those fat little fingers. It's a pretty easy gig I have. In the beginning the Mr. didn't like me at all. He didn't want me, he didn't want to walk me, and he didn't like the fact that I barked in his ear for no good reason for 15 minutes straight every night when he turned on the TV. But he just needed to be trained. Now he plays with me before he even thinks about the TV. And I have trained him to throw my Frisbee every time I bring it to him. I could bring it to him a hundred times and he just keeps throwing it back. And he thinks I eat out of HIS hand? The Mrs. started out strict, putting me to sleep in a crate in the kitchen every night and I pretended to love it. I kept quiet, kept my nose clean and sure enough, within six months they were discussing the fact that I was "bonding" more with the crate than with them. (what a crock!) Within eight months I was in bed with them. They may get the good pillows but I'm the only one in that bedroom getting a belly scratch every night. I know this is a process of give and take but I did hold my ground in several areas. I refused to get housebroken overnight. I saw no reason to relieve myself outside in the freezing cold when there are perfectly good area rugs in the nice warm dining room. But as my first birthday approached I had to shape up. They were beginning to talk about physical examinations that did not sound like fun, so now I'm trained. So, okay, big deal. I made some concessions. But I do draw the line. I will not sit on the floor when everyone else is on the couch and I won't eat unless the Mrs. keeps me company. Sometimes I won't eat until she gets down on the floor and pretends that she is gobbling my food. You should see her. Maybe I can get a picture out to you. I will also, from time to time, bring a small dead bird into the house and deposit it on someone's bed. I am a dog, after all, and I will not let them disrespect my native culture. I will definitely keep in touch, Maureen, but let's keep this just between us. The Mrs. thinks she's the only one in the family who writes. And neither of them has any idea that I know how to use the computer. Love, Zoe