Day 17: Facebook “July” Blogging Challenge
Note: Oreo entered our lives one month ago – on June 17. Hence, I wanted to interview my cartoon-like-cutie about his experience with us so far. I apologize for his grumpiness – he didn’t like me interrupting his post-lunch sleep to converse with him! He does send much love to all his admirers though ;) . Just sit back and - hopefully – have some laughs as my pup and I growl at and gab with each other! ;)
Me: Hello sweetheart! How are you feeling this afternoon?
O *glaring*: Well, you gave me very little junk food for lunch, so how do you think I am feeling?
Me: Oh really?! Just be glad I give you SOME junk and organic food. Your dad wants me to feed you kibbles all day long. How would THAT make you feel?
O *deep sigh*: Whatever! Just keep those yucky Salmon kibbles away from me, please.
Me *protesting*: But those were doctor-recommended
O: What kind of pet-doctor hates pets? Because only someone who hates pets would suggest those nasty things! *back to the I-ignore-you position*
Me *looking up for strength and taking a deep sigh myself*: Aaannyyywaay, <misspelled on purpose> can we kindly change the topic?
Mommy’s Mr. Handsome
O *looks at me and then back down*
Me *inhaling and exhaling for composure*: So you are a big hit everywhere – our neighborhood kids, along with my social media pals and blog readers, love you
O *He perks up and – I COULD SWEAR – flashes a smug smile*: Well, what else do you expect? Have you looked at this black-and-white delicacy?
Me *oozing with sarcasm*: You are so modest, darling.
O: Pshaw! I don’t believe in modesty, I believe in honesty
Me *rolling my eyes*: Okay, then be honest. Do you like living with us?
O *cocking his head*: It depends.
Me: On what?
O: On whether you give me that delicious chicken and peanut butter treat
Me *trying to get up in a huff*: Okay! That’s it! I am not talking to you anymore. Your snobbishness is a complete turnoff *my voices raises an octave with every word*
O *suddenly transforming into a demure angel – droopy face, teary eyes – the whole shebang! He then places his paw on my leg – preventing me from getting up – while licking my pant*
Me *melting just a little, but then shaking my head*: Nope, not happening. Move on, bud, I got work to do.
O *placing his head on my leg and looking up with limpid eyes*
Me *swearing under my breath*: Darn it! FINE…let’s continue!
O *still looking at me like a lonely darling*: I LOVE living with you.
Me *unwilling to completely forgive him just yet*: What do you like about our life together?
O *blinking his eyelashes*: I love how you feed me on time, give me yummy snacks, play ‘leap and catch’ with me, take me for car rides, massage my tummy, fill my Kong ball with Peanut Butter and buy me all those chew toys – although dad chides you for spoiling me.
Me *trying hard NOT to smile, but failing and rubbing under his neck*: Yeah, yeah, yeah
O *thinking*: She is such a sap :P *but continuing to gaze at me sweetly*
Me: I love you too, darling! You make me so happy.
O: *thinking*:Her fingers look delicious
Me: So what are your favorite spots in our home?
O: Hmm…I love lying down on the tiles. It cools my hot body. And I enjoy sleeping under the couch, bed and dining table. Of course, sitting on the grass in your backyard feels heavenly. I have so much fun tuning into the various sights, sounds and smells of nature *slowly removing his head off my lap and staring at my fingers intently*
Me: *Uh oh – he has that look..he is going to bite me…quickly giving him a chew toy, which he bites into with gusto*
Me *instantly changing the topic*: Congratulations on being good with your potty these days!
O *looking up in annoyance*: Yeah, I HAD to learn dad and you yelled at me some 100 times. What’s this poor baby got to do? *his ears flop down*
Me *and Mr. Male Diva is back*: Well, black splotches on carpets don’t look pretty. Anyway, I am glad you go outside to poop and pee these days.
O *panting hard*: Yeah, yeah, and what do I get in return? You tie me to that long leash, and I can’t run after those other dogs and squirrels – I must catch one of those tiny things once!
Me *giggling*: Well, dear, SOME animals are faster than you AND can climb trees :P
O *raising his eyebrows*: Are you challenging me?
Me *shrugging*: Whatever
O *you are on*: Mr. Squirrel, you are mine!
Me *muttering under my breath*: You are so weird
O *growling and getting up*: Really? And what about you? I see you singing off-key and dancing like a mad-human all the time.
Me *Oops*: Point taken, buddy!
O *sitting back down, satisfied*: Good!
Me: But what about your maniacal excitement in the evenings? You know THAT scares me!
O *sitting back up again, offended*: Hey! That is my way of saying, “I want to play outside more”
Me *feeling bad*: Oh..sorry honey! *rubbing his soft fur, the way he likes it* It’s just too hot outside and you get extremely tired. Come Fall, and we shall spend more time outside, I promise!
O *propping his head back on my foot – my favorite position*: That’s okay! I do get tired, but promise you will take me out for walks in the mornings AND the evenings – when it is cool?
Me *smiling and kissing his cool nose*: I promise
O *thinking again*: Sap!
Me *trying to scoop him into my arms, but his wiggling makes it impossible*: Okay, why do you always wiggle out of my embrace
O *straightening his stubby shoulders*: Hey! I am a male. I don’t like to be hugged and cuddled. Just give me that wonderful belly rub when I sleep on my back!
Me *laughing out loud*: Oh really? What else don’t you like?!
O *cocking his head, trying to pass for a deep thinker*: I don’t like being crated or sleeping on that dirty carpet. Where is my plush bed? Most of my friends have one. Don’t you love me? *flashing an accusatory glance*
Me *this time, I just laugh AT him*: No, I don’t love you that much :P *thinking inwardly that I should ask my sis to get him a bed – yep, I AM a sap*. What else?
O *letting out a deep sigh of resignation*: Well…I don’t like it when you prevent me from smelling that fragrant geese poop!
Me *scrunching my nose in distaste*: YUK! We just don’t want you to throw up after inhaling those disgusting things!
O *shaking his head*: Hey, you feed me those reeky kibbles…geese poop is waay better!
Me: Oh, not those kibbles again! They are healthy. We don’t want you getting too chubby, although you already are growing bigger at an alarmingly fast rate <Oreo has a rare foot condition, which – if escalated – will need surgery. Hence, we don’t want him putting too much weight on those knobby legs. But why worry this cutie? Anyway, he is still putting on 5 pounds every week! ROFL #MyCuteGlutton>
O *glaring now*: What is the point of asking me what I don’t like if you aren’t going to improve my quality of life.
Me *scoffing*: Yeah right!
O *sighing, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the same time* Oh! I forgot one more thing! I hate it when you prevent me from chewing on those luscious computer cables of yours!
Me: Ha! Forget about those. You are not fraying them – they are expensive!
O: Like I said, no unconditional love. *pouting*
Me *Lord! Give me the strength*: Okay, is there anything you LIKE to do at home?
O: Well, I like to bite your fingers…
Me *muttering in grief*: …of course
O: But, mostly, I love sitting at the feet of you and dad, while chewing my treats!
Me *a happy smile blossoming across my face*
Then, he perks up again and looks at me in askance: Hey! You have been asking me all these questions. Let me ask you one: What do YOU like the most about me?
Me *my ire vanishing in a second*: I love it when you come closer to me on the couch when I am working. I love that you are an adorable, if slightly nutty dog! ;) I love it when you try to catch your tail in your mouth. I love it that you are so playful and doting with everyone. I love it when you wag your tail. I love it when you rotate your neck over and over again while trying to bite my hand. I love it when you breathe musically into my ear. I love it that you CHOSE MY HOME. *blinking away my tears*
O *Oh dear, my mum does love me. I love her too, but I am going to make life harder for her anyway. Hey! When you love someone, you trouble them more! Let me just scoot closer to her though*
O: Okay! When is dad coming home?
Me *huffing and puffing*: Yeah, I pen you a paean of love, and you want your DAD? I feed you, play with you, tolerate your ‘bitey’ shenanigans, but you only want your dad!
O *cocking his head again*:Hey! He takes me for walks
Me *emitting the loudest sigh ever*:Do you ALWAYS need to have the final word?
O *panting happily*: Of course!
Me: Fine! Interview over *trying to get up again*
O *emitting a whine*: No! I am not done resting on your leg yet
Me *hugging his neck loosely*: Wait! Here is your treat.
O *a triumphant gleam in his eyes*: Gotcha!!
Love Conquers All
And Oreo settles back down on my legs, while I thank the good Lord for this adorable headache who exasperates, excites, energizes, enervates me in equal measures. But, most importantly, he makes me come alive, and I can never be grateful enough for his presence. I love you, darling!
Oreo *chewing contentedly and thinking*: I love you too, mum <and dad>! Please, friends, if you ever want to adopt a pet, rescue one and rejuvenate their lives with love.
Ten minutes later, Oreo got tired of his treat and lunged for my hand. OH NO!
Friends, even this inane ‘conversation’ has a concealed nugget of wisdom. Neither Oreo nor I are perfect. We have our strengths, weaknesses, likes, dislikes and mood-swings. But we co-exist anyway. Because there are only two rules to live joyously: love and be loved.
Did this interview bore you completely? You can be honest ;) OKAY, not EXTREMELY honest – sugarcoating is allowed! hehe Thank you so much for taking time out to relish my darling pup’s antics. Have a fabulous evening, friends! #HUGSS