Flashback Friday

Can you find the puppy hidden in this picture?

Carn terrier puppy hiding under a chair.

When Bitey was little, this was his favorite hiding space…until he got too big and needed help getting back out.  Wasn’t he an adorable itty bitty beast?

In instances like these, I try to envision non-linear time.  What might it be like to have your little dog with you as a puppy and a senior and every step in between simultaneously?  I suppose we have that with memory, but to us the points of time don’t fall together but are strung apart.  I imagine that in the world beyond this one, time is non-linear.

I guess we won’t need Flashback Fridays then!   : – )

 

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Flashback Friday

 

Tiny Cairn terrier puppy tucked into his kennel with his toys.

I was looking for a  photo today when I stumbled across this picture of itty bitty, teeny tiny Bitey.  Sometimes it is hard to believe he was really that little puppy.  Back then he didn’t like to go to sleep without his toys around him.

What you can’t see in this picture is that I used to put his brush on top of his kennel so that he couldn’t get to it and chew on it.  He managed to thwart me by jiggling the kennel until the handle fell through the bars then attacking the brush from the inside.

Why do pups only solve problems for evil and not for good?

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Shhh, I’m Sleeping

 

Cairn terrier sleeping in a pile of laundry.

It was an exhausting but wonderful day!  Mom took me out on the 50′ leash, and I ran and swam and played like a puppy.  I dove and rolled and took snow baths. I dug tunnels and hunted for voles and leaped for snowflakes.  When I was done, I plunked my butt down in the snow for a refreshing sit. Ahh, it was heaven.  Sure I had to get de-snowballed, but it was worth it.

After all of that play, I needed a nap somewhere quiet (where that usurping little brother of mine couldn’t find me), so I crept off to the dirty laundry for some serious sleep.

Mommy says:  Since Geordie has come along, I haven’t been able to use a hamper or a laundry bag.  I end up with the dirty clothes in a pile so that Geordie can sleep in them.  I have tried giving him soft, pretty blankets and beds, but all he wants is stinky clothes.  A messy corner is a small price to pay for a happy pup!

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