A Present for Prissy Paws
I am a wise and well educated Tibbie, due mostly to television, in part to the fact that Beloved has a tendency to talk to me as she would her friends and family and also (but don’t tell her this) I listen in to her conversations!
Okay, I know that is a little rude but what am I to do? I am not a Tibbie who lives outdoors, I only go outdoors for the necessities and then I am in again as quickly as possible. How my ancestors lived in the harsh climes of Tibet I do not know. I shiver when I think of icy paws and howling wind. I shiver when I think of rain and I have only read about snow.
So this means that I tend to be with Beloved all the time so of course I hear all the conversations. I am not a Tibbie who likes closed doors either, so I move from room to room with her. She calls me a velcro dog. I don’t mind. If I wasn’t with her all the time who knows what she’d do or get up to.
Of course she does go out ‘shopping’ from time to time, I don’t know why I don’t get to go with her. She tells me she wouldn’t leave me outside the shop because I could be stolen and I do understand that because I am a cute Tibbie, everyone says so.
She tells me that bad things could happen to me if I was stolen which I find hard to believe because I am also a very trusting Tibbie who thinks the best of everyone and loves meeting new people and dogs. However, Beloved is my Beloved and I have to believe her because she has turned out to be right in the past.
All this to explain how I have heard about karma. It seems to be a very popular phrase on television. From what I have heard karma seems to happen when someone has done something which is considered bad and then something bad happens to them. That seems fair doesn’t it? For instance when The Princess stole my treat and then was sick, that’s karma.
Those of you who have walked a few months with me will have heard about Prissy Paws (aka Devon). He is the Shih-Tzu who belongs to Beloved’s parents. I adore Team Leader, Beloved’s father. Devon, who came to them when he was about seven, has fallen on his fluffy paws.
My adoration of Team Leader could have something to do with the fact that he was the first one to introduce me to sausages and as you know I have a tummy which craves sausages. He used to take me to a big hardware store on a Saturday with his two dogs, Bella and Bijou (who have both gone to that air conditioned kennel in the sky now) and we would line up at the back of the station wagon for our piece of the sausage sizzle.
Those were the days. On the odd occasion I go into the back of the station wagon now I have to be on a leash so that Prissy Paws doesn’t get upset.
This is mainly due to The Princess because even I have to admit she is an absolute nuisance in the car running from one side to the other saying, ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’ stepping on Prissy Paws and myself.
Whatever the reason we don’t have that treat now and I have to rely on sausage treats in other ways. I do get lots of other favourite treats so I wouldn’t want you to think I was being deprived. Unless of course that meant you would send me cooked sausages in which case you can consider me as deprived as you like and I’ll gladly take handouts!
Dear me, I am in a wandering mind state today. I just can’t get to the point can I? I think it is because I am laughing so much inside. Let me fill you in on a little more first.
Some of you will know that Prissy Paws comes over to visit at least every week and sometimes has stayed for several nights. He runs in barking, growls at The Princess and I when we try to say hello to him and be polite and uses my favourite bed, shares our treats and is even allowed on the cream suite with Team Leader which I’m not.
The Princess and I have been tolerant. We haven’t ever growled back at him, we have always kept a respectful distance when he has grumbled at us for being too close and even though his is a guest and it is my house, I have allowed him to share our beds. He does not come anywhere my food though! There are boundaries to hospitality.
At some point during the evenings he is with us he usually decides that he will play after all and tries to get The Princess to play with him. She always used to because she is good natured even though I may moan about her in other ways I acknowledge that about her. Lately she hasn’t felt like it after he’s been grumbling at her to keep her distance. She feels that he can’t treat her like that and then expect her to be willing to play just when he wants to and I can see her point.
When I have tried to join in a game he immediately tells me off even though The Princess is my dog! Very cheeky. But we are pretty laid back and just ignore him.
Now however karma raises it’s head. A sort of pay-back time for all those growling moments, all those times when he has laughed at me for having to share my life with a ditzy Princess.
Well today I am laughing. Prissy Paws has a new gal pal and I already know he is not going to be amused.
Well, pal may be too strong a word for what he has. He has an intruder, yes, an intruder. That will be how he sees the new little French girl who has moved in with them.
She isn’t really French she is a true-blue Aussie with French antecedents, she is a Bichon Frise and according to Beloved she is very pretty and very like The Princess. Ha!
She loves to play and has been trying to get Prissy Paws to take notice of her but he just grumbles at her. I feel sorry for her, I really do.
Beloved tells me that The Princess now has a rival in the Ditz stakes!
I haven’t met her yet but The Princess and I are very excited. We will get to see her with Prissy Paws tonight and guess who’ll be the one sitting in the corner with the grumpy face?
Certainly not me!
I have heard the phrase ‘Ain’t karma a bitch’, in this case it most certainly is.
So look out for the next post where you will get some pictures or our new cousin.
Now I think I had better have that afternoon nap so I’m nice and fresh when our new family member comes to play 🙂