Puppy Love

I will be the first to admit that I am not a dog person. Give me a nice cat any day. I have never really felt a great deal of love for Baja doggy. She is cute as dogs go, but dogs are jumpy and smelly and just not my favorite.

Plus when you mix her with a two year old it usually means trouble. When one of them wants to be left alone, the other one just has to get in their face.

The constant poking, barking, biting, pulling, chasing, yelling, crying drives me crazy.

However, I must hide my feelings well because Baja seems to really think I like her. She is always the most welcoming family member when I arrive at her house for a visit. She is SO happy to see me. I don't get the reception that the son-in-law gets when he comes home from work, but it is a close second.

Today the grandson and I were upstairs playing toys while the oldest daughter was gone to a doctor's appointment. We left Baja downstairs with the back door open in case she needed to go potty. It was very likely that she would since earlier the grandson had fed her an entire package of Girl Scout Samoa cookies while I went to the bathroom. (I should have known he was up to something when he didn't even ask to go potty with me.)

When we came downstairs we could tell she was in trouble just by looking at her face.

It had been raining and she decided to dig in the mud and then proceeded to haul it all into the house with her and bury it in the couch cushions. I wasn't very happy. I threw all the clumps away and then started sweeping up the mess. That was when I saw the present Baja had left for me.

There in the pile of dirt was a tiny heart made out of a piece of grass. It made my own heart happy.

I guess Baja's not bad for a dog. In fact, when the grandson isn't around she is almost likeable.

At least she keeps me warm when she cuddles with me on the couch. It's nice to be loved, even if it is by a puppy. I guess I should try to like her back - at least a little bit.