This is the part of pet ownership that in not so glorious. Many of mornings I wake up with the unpleasant sound of whining, more often than not followed by a miniature freak out of laps around the bedroom and a paw landing square on my man parts. If there is anything that will wake up a man in the morning faster I dare you to try and find it. If not the mini tantrum it is a cold nose digging under the blanket draped over my head, followed with incessant licking. Sure enough I am up and at it to give her just what she wants. FOOD. The sound of the glass scooping up the small brown pebbles of puppy chow ignites another burst of energy. The door swings open and out to the the side yard we go.
|Brilliant Doings of Tarri the Terror|
She needs to be spay. This will cost me in the ballpark of two-hundred and fifty dollars but will hopefully calm her down a smidgen. I also either need to find a sitter for the holidays or I will find myself forking out another two-hundred for her to fly home with me over the holiday break. I am completely aware now that the end is not near for her costing me chunks of change at a time and even a friendship or two along the way. There is one thing that I know will never change no matter what the circumstances. Tarri will love me with everything she has for as long as she is around to do so.