Puppy Loves

I love my dear little puppies.  (Technically, only the one is mine, but still I love Patches too.  Patches is my sister's dog, but we've had both since we were teens.)  It has been really wonderful to be back and able to see these two little loves.  I wish dearly that my current housing allowed me to bring Mischief to live with me, but it is strictly verboten.  My sister and her husband have been taking wonderful care of her since I've been out of the country.  Perhaps the next place I live...

By last night, I felt like I was nearly insane after two days in bed.  I went up to my sister's house for a little bit.  When I left, it was time for the dogs to go in their crates for the night.  I wish I had been able to take pictures.

This little sweet bundle of terror, also known as Patches, knew it was bedtime.  She dashed over to Mischief's crate, which is the larger of the two since Mis is the larger of the two dogs, and dove into it.  She spun around and lay down, head perched on paws, completely alert and looking straight at me.  Her sweet little white face looked at me with a doggie angelic expression.  She seemed to be saying, I'm in bed.  Really.  That's what you said.  

I leaned down and said, "Patches, that's Mischief's bed and you know it.  Come on, girl.  Come here."  Haha.  That did nothing to move Patches, either emotionally or physically.  Big brown eyes looked back innocently.  Meanwhile, Mischief looked at me.  

I'm sure she was thinking, Really?  You thought that would work?  This is what I have to deal with every day.  EVERY. DAY.  And she thinks it's funny every time.

I didn't want to pull Patches out of Mischief's bed, so I resorted to trickery.  I decided to play on Patches' diva personality.  This little one cannot stand someone else getting attention if she's not also getting spoiled as well.  So, I started giving Mischief a good back and ear scratch.  In about ten seconds, Patches was out of the bed and at my other hand, pushing herself underneath it so I would do the same for her.  If I stopped, she would sink down on her short little legs, poised to dash back into the kennel.  It was so cute.  It was a battle of the wits between me and a ten pound Jack Russell Terrier.  Just for that, I gave them both a few extra minutes of love.  

I think I won the battle in the end, although I'm actually not sure who got the last laugh!  I kept scratching Patchie's ears with one hand and nudged Mis into her bed.  She slowly walked in, turned around, and flopped down with a sigh.  Why all the drama?  Let an old dog sleep.  As soon as I closed the door on her crate, I looked at Patches.  She looked right back and bolted straight into her kennel.  I will admit she surprised me with that move.  Given her playfulness, I half expected that I would be chasing her around the room to get her into her crate.  What a silly little sweetheart.