Over at UBU, Poppy Sweet Pea has written about her dog Susie and Hannah Schneider, a Danish musician, who’s music, it turns out, is pretty wonderful…
Clicky, I need a photo of Poppy, this is going to be way to long to stick in the comments at Leggy’s place…
Ha Ha, Clicky… now get a proper one…
Oh, you’re being like that are you? Clicky, pull your socks up; I’ll start without you…
Poppy is the queen of our household. Miniature in size, humongous in impact on the running of our household. Which is quite a feat considering she’s an Olympic standard sleeper.
She had just turned 1 when we got her; she’d spent the first year of her life living in a cage, something recommended for Dooshunds’ spine development. The old lady that owned her didn’t want her, probably because she’d kept her in a cage for a year and didn’t get to know her.
“All she needs is love” is how my sister Juju described Queen Poppaea to me. We weren’t going to get another pet – been there, done that with two rats (Chewy and Han), a cat that ran away (Nat King Cat), gold fish (Tom and Jerry), a enormous, hairy German Shepherd (Klaus) and Pumpy, the moggy I took in before I took Thoughtful Man into my home – she lived long enough to meet the boys… just.
So Poppy Popstar joined our family. She’s pedigree with a fancy name (Chocolate Puzzle) and we got her for free. Mistress Ploppy is smooth as a sea lion and curls up in your lap like a cat (presumably because she has a strong spine. Thoughtful man insists that she likes to spoon during their afternoon nap). Unless she wants her belly rubbed. Then she she just lies on her back, pawing the air and presenting her soft, pink underside with a come hither look that says “I know you want to. You know I want you too. Just do it and make them long, hard strokes. I’ll tell you when to stop”. She’ll dictates the rhythm with her thumping tail…
Pops will lick your face off when you wake up, return home from work or even if she hasn’t seen you for 10 minutes. She’ll lick your legs and feet (and for some reason, the inside of my shoes) with a relentless determination and thoroughness that is a wonder to behold.
The boys adore her. She’s like a little sister to them. Thoughtful Man treats her like a daughter we never had, which is brilliant because I do not want any more kids. When she eventually goes, we’ll get another Dooshund… except I don’t think I could bear to keep one in a cage for a year. Perhaps then we’ll get a pug…
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