Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Okay, whose dog is it?

This is Marley.
Also known as Poowee, for reasons that will become obvious.
Marley is my daughter's 18th Birthday present.
Which means, she's a present to the whole family.
When I say present, I mean we all get to clean up after her
and retrieve our socks and slippers (hopefully before it's too late)
but she does this thing with her eyes (which she learned at birth)
that says, 'Oh I am so sorry, no really, entirely my fault. Can you ever forgive me?'
And of course we do.

She now scratches at the door for toilet time.
Which is great.
Now someone just has to teach her that outside is for toilet
inside is for sleeping...

2 comments:

Katrina Germein said...

Oh hello Marley. You're gorgeous! You can be mine if you like.

karen tayleur said...

Ha, hi Katrina. Marley is mostly devoted to the one person who didn't want another dog because he'd be cleaning up after her and feeding her - yes, my husband Chris. You can just tell he is besotted, and always revs her up right before bedtime.
Now that's sounding familiar!