Sweetest Dog Ever
ok, I have to be my mom for a minute. As much as I always hated when she would talk about me to her friends, telling them how great I am, all my (supposed) accomplishments, etc., I’m gonna be just like her now.
This is the greatest dog. She makes me laugh all the time. The way she sits on our stairs with her butt sitting two steps above her paws. She goes in the bathroom with me and watches the toilet flush — something about circling yellow water. Because I won’t buy her any toys (I’m kidding, of course. you can’t walk through the house in any direction without stepping on at least a few), she chases her tail, AND CATCHES IT! And she’s so happy. She runs around smiling and wagging her tail.
She’s soooo sensitive. The other day she took my stuffed Gretchen dog (you know Gretchen, the Westie I had for 12 years before Lacey) off my bed and was playing with her. I took it from her and said very sternly and with a semi-raised voice “no! this is not yours. no!” She slinked away with her head down, ears back, and tail between her legs, and hid under my desk until I went to get her and loved her. Fortunately, I threw all my temper tantrums and screaming fits with Gretchen. Lacey rarely gets anything from me but praise. Gretchen, had she been able to hear me (she was deaf at birth), probably would have thought her name was Jesus Christ Gretchen, or You Little S__t.
I think Lacey is clear her name is Lacey or Good Girl or Sweetie. Or in some moments, she’s Lacey the Turkey, or Lacey the Dork (as I watch her watch the toilet flush, I usually comment on what a Dork she is), or the Wild Child. all said with so much love and affection.
ok, enough with the adoration. I think it’s quite apparent how much I love this dog.
Anna