Birthday puppy redux

 

 

Speaking of Pavlova.  There was a slight communication breakdown between the Taker of the Superior Photos and me,  but here said photos are at last.

 

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A couple of days ago I met a woman, while Pav and I were out doing our unguided-missile routine masquerading as Walking the Puppy, who claimed to be a huge bull terrier fan.  Her daughter has one, she said, and it’s adorable, the whole family loves it.  I beamed.  Then she said, a bull terrier will never win a beauty contest, of course.  I stopped beaming.  WHAT?  I pulled myself together enough to say, Bull terriers have their own beauty, and she replied oh well yes, in this patronising tone.  It would be bad for Pavlova’s thus far excellent social skills for me to break training and encourage her to bite this woman, but I entertained the idea briefly.*  Then this woman added, and they’re very stubborn you know.  Oh, go away, I didn’t quite say. **

I realise that the bull terrier profile is a controversial topic.   But if you’ve got any kind of eye, you can see that this is a paradigmatic example of whatever-it-is.  MY PUPPY IS DROP DEAD GORGEOUS.  ANYONE WHO DOESN’T AGREE WILL BE BITTEN.  I AM THE HELLGODDESS, YOU KNOW.  I HAVE DEMONS AT MY DISPOSAL.  MANY OF THEM HAVE VERY EXCITING TEETH.

Some fatuousness on the part of the proud recipient of the gift puppy should be, I feel, forgiven.

 

Hi there. Oh, you’re still here.

Darkness, somewhere in the background, is expressing outrage that that interloper is on the SOFA.

I am Queen of All I Survey. Especially Hellhounds. Now if you’d please let go of me so I can go rule. I’m very paws-on, you know.

And yes, those are PINK ROSES on the kitchen table behind us.

There’s that Roman emperor profile again. She should totally be on some currency or other. Empress of all she surveys, then.

 

This is why the photos I take don’t seem to turn out so well. (And yes, I liked WHEN THE KING COMES HOME. So did Peter. I think you can just about see Gwen Bailey’s THE PERFECT PUPPY in that stack too.)

You can’t see SAGITTTARIUS RISING and THE LANGUAGE OF MATHEMATICS.  There’s also a basic physics book in there somewhere.  Yes, it’s significant that KING is on top.

And let us not forget our other, original breathtaking lovelies. Darkness is still beautiful even in a permanent Puppy Snit.

 

I apologise for the absence of ooooh wookit fuzzy tummy photos. ***    I will be careful to correct this oversight in the next batch.

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* I thought longer about biting her myself.

** This conversation occurred before yesterday’s Rain Epic.  But the only real head-to-header Pav and I have had so far was the almost-three-hours I stood on her a couple of weeks ago because she was NOT going to settle and I was NOT going to make her (sez she).  I’m still worrying about adolescence.  Which should start arriving in another six weeks or so.  Meanwhile she sits pretty well, lies down sort of, is beginning to comprehend wait and has no truck with walk, as an alternative to mad caroming, whatsoever.  She will even–believe it or not–hold a sit for about five seconds with food on the floor in front of her after I let go of her, and waits for the release.  I think this is nearly incredible in a FOOOOOOOOOOOOD oriented hellterror puppy.  Five seconds is a long time.

*** And it’s true, you can put up with a lot for a fuzzy puppy tummy.