Claire
Master Chef
Yesterday I went to take care of my ladies, and found a new doggie there. I think the dog's name is Teddy, and there are new pets there constantly (on of the professional caregivers is an animal lover, and both of the old gals love having new cats and dogs around the house). I'm never surprised to find a new pet. I prefer pets that I can pick up. This was a szhi tzu, I think. I think that because I looked down and immediately thought it was Toby. Then I did a double take and said, oh, gee, this is a puppy. Oh, is there anything better than a puppy or kitten? The primary care-giver knows me well, and was going to leave the doggie outside. I told her no, and took the puppy in and put her on my lap. He was a very, very good boy. These two ladies are quite old (80 and 82) and they aren't likely to see this puppy again. But it told them to put on a mean voice (someting a dog trainer told me when I had Rosebud problems). Anyway, young puppy was gnawing on my arm! I just crackled up. For these two ladies, it could be a problem. I just tapped him on his nose. I did it maybe twice. All the family animals know me, and I keep treats in my purse.