TRUE PUPPY LOVE
This is a story about two pomeranians, a beautiful red girl called Tascha, and a stunning orange sable boy named Gunther.
They are in love.
No, seriously, I have watched the never ending soap opera that is living with pomeranians, and while I have seen friendships and enmity, I have never seen two pommies exchange such adoration for one another.
First came the kissy stage. Every evening when bedtime approached, Gunny and Tascha would spend at least 10 minutes enthusiastically kissy facing. Not washing each others face, but mutual lick lick lick on the doggy lips, with gusto.
Then it moved into the kissy kissy and then curling up together for the night and naps. They give the appearance of a little married couple. Gunther adores Tascha and follows her everywhere.
Now Tascha is extremely fond of food, and is a bit of a chunky monkey. As I want to breed these two poms I worked hard to get her weight off last Autumn, but she has begun to gain a bit, which I attributed to my husband forgetting to buy her diet kibble when he picked up all the feed for the month. sigh We will get back on a diet and exercise program with her so that, with luck, she will be back in good condition.
So…the Christmas holidays were upon us, and my husband bought a tin of his favorite Danish Butter Cookies. He had opened it and had eaten two or three cookies, and I had put it on the bottom of the nightstand next to the bed. Since I have a bit of difficulty opening the tin, I believed it would be safe from the poms.
HA!
I had fallen asleep with a book in my hand and the light on, so I was more in a light doze than real sleep. In my drowsy state I could hear the sound of rustling paper and munching noises. As I slowly returned to full consciousness I looked down to where the sounds were coming from.
And there was Gunther, who I have since discovered IS capable of opening the Danish Butter Cookie tin! He pulled it down from the nightstand, opened it using his paws and nose, and then stood aside for Tascha to munch away, much as if to say “Why, here’s a little snack for you, my dear”!!! He was also keeping the rest of the poms out of the cookies and away from Tascha!
I reached my hand down to pick up the tin, and darn if she hadn’t eaten all but three cookies! Both Tascha and Gunther had big, crumby smiles on their faces (apparently Tascha did share with Gunny) and were wagging their tails as if they were just the smartest, most wonderful pomeranians there ever were!!!
I am so thankful that there was no chocolate available to them, and I informed Gunther in no uncertain terms that if he ever wishes to consummate his love with Tascha, he must not feed her goodies without my prior permission!!!
