Poppy gets angry
Well, well, well.... today has been a day of anger for me. First some guy decided he had the authority to walk into our yard when Daddy was in the shower and Mommy was away. Of course I rushed out at him barking loudly and growling threateningly (yes, yes, I rather enjoy hearing myself do that - it's scary... I must admit).... He tried to be nice to me, then he tried yelling at me to quiet down but the stupid human was still scared of me. I call it psychological advantage. I sat 10 steps away from him, staring at him, growling in a deep undertone.... staring, staring... until he sighed and just left. I heard him ring the doorbell so I went barking to the main door as well. But since Daddy couldn't hear it, the guy had to leave - too bad for him! Later in the afternoon I heard Mommy telling Daddy what a "protector" I had become and how she was so proud of me for chasing away a "lawn care guy" and how she had to "apologize to him". I even got special treats for that. So far so good.
But one hour after coming home from a day spent at work, my parents decided to go out... without me!! I sat at the edge of the dining room carpet staring at them. Mom clipped my collar around me, kissing my ears and asking me to sleep. Then she left quickly as Daddy was already pulling the car out of the garage. Now that made me angry. An entire day without attention to me (I'm exaggerating, Daddy played fetch with me after he came home from work and mommy fed me).... but still. They spent an entire day outside, then came back and left... and the weather was so gorgeous and I was feeling so lonely that I had to do something about it.
Then I saw "them". Mommy's shoes. There were two pairs lying outside. I tried fighting back the little warning thought in my head... but... my angry side won. I went up to the shoes sniffing them. One of the pairs looked prettier than the others, and less used. I dragged one shoe from the prettier pair to the carpet and started chewing on it... yumm... chew, chew... chew... yumm... that was the heel. Burp. Now should I go for the rest of the shoe?
This time the instinct roared clear in my head, "NO POPPY STOP. YOU ARE ON MOMMY'S SHIT-LIST ALREADY FOR CHEWING HER HEEL!"
So I quickly dumped the shoe right there on the carpet, and went and lay in the crate in the cutest position possible and fell asleep. Two hours later I opened an eye by a peep and saw Mommy come and freeze when she saw what I had done.. oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.... now I am in trouble. Oh shit. Can I just lie here looking cute? Please don't call out to me... please, please.
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P.S: 20 minutes of an angry tirade later, I was in Mommy's lap being scratched and rubbed and loved on. (That was easy!)
But one hour after coming home from a day spent at work, my parents decided to go out... without me!! I sat at the edge of the dining room carpet staring at them. Mom clipped my collar around me, kissing my ears and asking me to sleep. Then she left quickly as Daddy was already pulling the car out of the garage. Now that made me angry. An entire day without attention to me (I'm exaggerating, Daddy played fetch with me after he came home from work and mommy fed me).... but still. They spent an entire day outside, then came back and left... and the weather was so gorgeous and I was feeling so lonely that I had to do something about it.
Then I saw "them". Mommy's shoes. There were two pairs lying outside. I tried fighting back the little warning thought in my head... but... my angry side won. I went up to the shoes sniffing them. One of the pairs looked prettier than the others, and less used. I dragged one shoe from the prettier pair to the carpet and started chewing on it... yumm... chew, chew... chew... yumm... that was the heel. Burp. Now should I go for the rest of the shoe?
This time the instinct roared clear in my head, "NO POPPY STOP. YOU ARE ON MOMMY'S SHIT-LIST ALREADY FOR CHEWING HER HEEL!"
So I quickly dumped the shoe right there on the carpet, and went and lay in the crate in the cutest position possible and fell asleep. Two hours later I opened an eye by a peep and saw Mommy come and freeze when she saw what I had done.. oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.... now I am in trouble. Oh shit. Can I just lie here looking cute? Please don't call out to me... please, please.
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P.S: 20 minutes of an angry tirade later, I was in Mommy's lap being scratched and rubbed and loved on. (That was easy!)
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