My father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly from a heart attack last July.

He and my Mom had gotten a little Australian Silkie Terrier named Kitty Marie

about 10 years before to be a companion to their Yorkie, Bubba.  (full moniker –

Bubbalicious, don’t ya love it)  Mom and Bubba were gone but Kitty remained. An orphan.

She was all alone….. Abandoned…….  An orphan, like me.                           

I brought her home with me and the retraining began. 

 She is 8.5 lbs. soaking wet. 

 I am  petite  but more than 12 times her size. 

The “Big Dog” a.k.a. my hubby is 25 times

 her size.

It took less than 1 week for her to get us trained. 

We were a little slow but showed promise.

A little background here: We have never had a little dog. My husband had a Great

Dane/Wolfhound mix growing up and also raced sled dogs for a couple of years.

We always have had dogs, beloved family members, BUT I never thought I would

 like a “phoofey” little dog. [ You know the barky, whiney type that run the household

like a canine tyrant].

I like a dog to smell like a dog and act like a dog. I consider freshly dug

craters in the landscaping and big wet smoochey kisses just part of life with a dog. 

 Soooo, I didn’t think a little barking prima donna would fit in too well with our

previous dog profile, but I had to bring Kitty home.  She was all I had left of my

parents.  My hubby, affectionately known as The Big Guy – but for this tale,

“The Big Dog” kept his own counsel on the Kitty subject. (We have been married

39 years for a reason)

 I need to confess to you that my parents

spoiled Kitty rotten. She was fed tidbits of

chicken, ham, & bacon in a doggie gourmet

way -prechewed- from the table and wasn’t

real crazy about dog food. 

Hhhmmmm..wonder why?? 

She always slept with my parents in their kingsize bed as well. Life was good for Miss Kitty.

Now back at the suburban ranch, The Big Dog declares, “no dogs in our bed !!!”  setting his

posture on Kitty’s sleeping quarters. I am compliant (remember the 39 year thing) and put her

bed next to ours on the floor. We go to bed.

She whines, barks, tries to jump up, and generally raises hell about being left off the bed where

The Big Dog and myself are trying to sleep. After 5 minutes which  seems much longer, Kitty is

removed to the back room, bed and all, to teach her a lesson and let us get some sleep.

This is the pattern for 2 days.  We don’t get much sleep and Miss Kitty goes on a hunger strike.

I won’t go into the gory details here, it gets nasty. Just sum it up as a $ 250.00 lesson

that entailed a trip to the vet, 2 late nite trips to the pet store to get a $5.00 an unce can of special

dog food, close perusal of $5.00 an ounce dog offal, and lots of worrying about whether a now

svelte little Kitty would pull through. 

The Big Dog jokes that the free dog is costing about $35 a pound.

I’m sure you can guess the end of the story.

It was determined Miss Kitty could come back into the bedroom-in her bed on the floor

only.  She slept but decided a predawn trip outside was needed.  After 2-3 days of not much

sleep and a well-aired dog, it was determined Miss Kitty could probably come up on the bed,

“ if she would settle down.”

 Miss Kitty has settled down, right

into the down comforter, snores like

a long shoreman, and thinks

“Life is Good!”

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Miss Kitty photo by  Bonnie Westbrook  The Bed photo courtesy of Mavieenrose3 at Flickr.com  BIG DOG photo courtesy of Marre58 at flickr.com