Puppy Sitting…

Not sure how I managed to do any work yesterday, as due to a family emergency, we volunteered to puppy sit.Maggie is a miniature dachshund and three months old. Cute as a button, but with more energy than the two of us combined. Although she has visited before, her human ‘mum’ was always with her, so we wondered how she would cope without her.
We needn’t have worried, within minutes she was hell bent on having as much fun as possible, spreading her collection of toys all over the house. Much to the annoyance of our resident feline, Merlin. He took one look and vanished upstairs, probably hoping he would be safe up there.  Maggie isn’t allowed to climb the stairs, as her body is very long and not that strong yet, so stairs are out until she is a lot older.


We took it in turns to escort her into the yard for possible penny spending, but apparently she wasn’t in the mood. Leading to one accident on the hall carpet, but who was counting.
I tried to do some work on the PC in the office, but all I managed to do was signal that there was another room to have some fun in.
It was hard to concentrate with a small furry body stomping around on my feet, as she investigated all the interesting things under my desk. She dragged out an old pair of slippers I thought I had lost, a ball of parcel ribbon and some stretchy hair bands. I wondered where they went.All of this was hilarious, but not much work was being done. Well, watching her was so much more fun. She would probably have a nap soon, I thought. She was a baby after all.
Someone must have forgotten to tell her that, for she wasn’t showing any sign of dropping. Much later, we discovered why. Little Maggie had already been a bit spoilt. She needed a suitable lap for snoozing, something that didn’t occur to us until later and nothing else would work the oracle.
Merlin came downstairs, obviously miffed to find the mini intruder still in residence. Maggie spotted him and thought he might play with her, if she pranced around close enough to him. No chance. He let out his best angry howl, his back arched, trying his best to look as menacing as possible. All this was lost on Maggie, either she wasn’t impressed or didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.
When it was time for Maggie to go home, we knew we would miss her, but Merlin glared at us for at least an hour, until he was sure she wasn’t coming back…