Many years of nagging persistent persuasion finally paid off for K this past weekend. She got her dog. When she and I met she already had Emma. For whatever reason, Emma bonded with me instantly. I couldn't go from one room to the next without her tagging along. K said I "stole" her dog. What can I say? I have that effect on women. *sarcasm at it's finest!*
For reasons I'll never understand K wanted a tiny little Yorkshire Terrier. It's no secret this would not have been my chosen breed, but, hey, it's her dog. I like my dogs a little more "robust". I mean, if the canine world was a 9-course meal, Yorkies would have trouble qualifying as an appetizer. Maybe more like a mint on a pillow at bedtime.
Some day I'll get me another dog, probably another mini schnauzer as I like everything about them. But Luke is here, now, so I've got to walk a tightrope. Of course I want to help take care of PLD (Poor Little Dude), but I can't get so chummy with him that he likes me more than K. If that happens again I will be relegated to the dog house. (I wonder if those things come in an XL? With maybe a big screen and a mini-fridge?)
For now Luke is behaving himself very well. He and I can circle each other for a while longer this morning, then I must go earn money for more kibbles. I'll be back later with a damage report. ;)
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