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Kittens Now In New Homes |
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MUSINGS OF A SPRINGER SPANIEL |
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| Let me introduce myself. My name is Dylan. I am a very handsome Springer Spaniel. I was a very happy dog. I had the family all to myself. Then SHE arrived. |
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She looked so innocent – just a bundle of fluff really – but appearances proved to be deceptive. My nose discovered immediately that this bundle of fluff came with sharp things on all four corners. Most of all – this bundle of fluff had ATTITUDE – girl power had arrived in our house in the form of “Billie” – a Norwegian Forest kitten. |
First it was my food.
She’d eat hers and then push me out of the way to eat my food from my dish.
I have to hide any treats that come my way in creases in my bed, or she steals those too. |
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Then she claimed rights to my bed.
Whenever I went for a trot around the garden I returned to find “madam” stretched out in my bed as if she owned it and I was merely a part-time tenant. |
| As if all this isn’t enough, she even uses me as a taxi service to get from the kitchen into the living room. Many times I’ve trotted in only to realise that Billie is hitching a lift on my back. Now I may have big floppy ears and a slightly vague expression, but a seaside donkey I am most definitely NOT. |
| Having said all this, I suppose I have to admit that she is rather cute. She does occasionally give me a great facial. If I lie very still she will lick every inch of my face – that rough tongue is a wonderful exfoliator. |
| If you catch her in the right mood, she’ll also be game for a wrestling match. She’s surprisingly strong and has a great “signature” hold – the “Davy Crockett”. She hangs on to my head with her tail dangling down one side – a very effective grip. |
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| She’s also warm and soft to cuddle into on a chilly night – although her fur does sometimes get up my nose and make me sneeze. I suppose she’s not so bad after all. Most people think I’m rough and smelly, but she seems to love and accept me just the way I am. I guess that must be the definition of a true friend. |
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