March 17, 2009...12:39 pm

“Horatio Judges You”: Episode 23

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Dear Diary,

I’m in love.  At first I was apprehensive.  I thought mom and dad were joking, with their vague threats of bringing another dog into MY kingdom.  MY domain.  

The day started with a car ride, and I spent the whole time mouthing off, voicing my displeasure at the whole enterprise.  We finally arrived, and it was raining.  Did they carry me across the puddles? No, of course not.  No jacket sacrificed for my comfort.  No red carpet.  Not even a me-sized umbrella.

Then I saw her…

Clover.  My heart stopped.  My tail wagged furiously.  My thoughts raced.  Could it ever work, I pondered?  She’s only 10 pounds to my 25.  She’s a miniature daschund… I’m black.  What would the world say?

For now I will long for her.  I will continue to follow her around the apartment, let her boss me around, eat and drink out of my food and water bowls, and tease me by pawing at me and nuzzling me.

Sigh.

She’ll be the Lady to my Tramp.  The Scarlet to my Rhett.  The Eva to my Adolf.

Behind every great man is a small woman, stealing his kibble and taunting him mercilessly.

C’est l’amore.

 

Kibbles & Hearts,

Horatio

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