The Cutest Dog in the World
I keep a collection of plastic hair clips on a small table in the downstairs cloakroom (powder room for you Yanks). My dog likes to go in there and pick one out. She brings it to me, wherever I am, and asks me, silently, if she can have it.
I always tell her no, but she tries anyway. She's done this since she was a puppy. She'd go into my closet, find something she wanted, usually a bra or a shoe, and come sit silently at the bottom of the stairs, staring at me in my office until I stopped typing and looked at her. She'd never eat the object she'd found, not unless I told her it was okay and she could have it. Usually, however, I'd tell her no and replace it with a legitimate toy. (Yes, I call them "legitimate toys." She understands many four syllable words, especially the ones that describe treats.)
Girly things especially interest her: hair clips, bras, fuzzy slippers. Maybe because her middle name is Pink.
Soon I'll put her presents under the Christmas tree. She'll leave them alone, unless she sees everyone opening their presents, then she'll go pick hers out and happily tear into it.
I wonder sometimes, what do people without dogs do for entertainment?
