This is Honey, as she was on Xmas Day 2000. She was my Xmas present, & was a dream come true.
She was so tiny, we had to be careful not to step on her! She was always a good little girl, & once I got her trained she has been a great, polite, clean & loving little girl.
I dreamt of having another little puppy, to keep her company. Gom kept telling me I didn't need another dog.
I would tell him of course I did, I couldn't have too many.
Then we got this little treasure, in 2005. The Wee Leo. He is the same breed as Honey, a Poodle Maltese Cross. They both had little black Poodle mothers, & Maltese fathers. Not the same parents though. Leo's father was actually a Poodle Maltese cross too, so Leo is very curly, & more poodle like.
Leo was such a little heart stealer. He looked more like a stuffed toy, than a real dog. Hiccups training him. He was a chewer of shoes too. He ate many shoes & slippers, to say nothing of sundry other items. He was always boisterous, a much different dog, temperamentally, to what Honey had been.
Leo just has that dominant male streak in him, that makes him think he needs to be Boss of this house.
Hmmmnn, careful what you dream of ...you might get it.
Of course we love him to bits. He has really become Gom's dog. But he needs taking down a peg, as they say. He is a naughty boy, really. We have tried the Dog Whisperer method. Which worked really well.
But Gom wont obey! He does all the wrong things with Leo. He lets him lord it over him. He lets him up on his chair. He just basically loves him too much. Treats him like a human little boy. Spoils him rotten.
In other Dreams.....
Last night I dreamt I broke a tooth. Today this dream came true! To my utter horror.
I hope the rest of the dream doesn't also come true. I broke another tooth also. I am off to see the Dentist about the broken one this afternoon. I hate to think what he may tell me. There is not much of it left, that is actual tooth. It seems to be mostly composed of filling... those ugly old black amalgam fillings. I think the theory now is that they crack teeth, as they expand & contract with heat & cold.
So this will mean another session of board-like rigidity, copious nervous sweating, sheer terror at the sounds of the whole dental rooms. The smell. I wish I had an ipod or something to keep out the sounds of the drill, the dreary music they pipe into the room. Why dont they have movies on the ceiling? Why can't they knock you out, so you don't have to face the ordeal?
Why am I such a downright coward?
Now, what slops can I find for lunch. I dont want to break more off the wretched thing!
Janis Ian, At Seventeen.