Of Living With Puppies and Life with Me

Of Living With Puppies and Life with Me


“Seriously, Lori?”


“Let’s break this down,” says my husband, eyeing me over a glass of club soda, which he hands to me.

I take a few gulps and burp.

“Can you spare me the root cause analysis this time?”  I ask.

“Humour me.”

“Gah!”  I roll my eyes.

“Fifteen minutes ago you said what?”

“So we are seriously doing this?”  I ask.

He blinks slowly.  I hate the slow blink.

“Fine!” I say, exasperated.  “Fifteen minutes ago I may have mentioned I was a teensy bit hungry.”

“The expression you used was ‘starving to death’, which you weren’t and will hopefully never be.”

Now I blink.

He continues, “Then you wolfed down a steak, a baked potato and a bunch of asparagus like a snake unhinging your jaw.  Shall I assume the ‘oweeee’ means you have a stomach ache?”

I shrug and continue to blink at him in a noncommittal fashion.

He smirks.

“Honestly,” he says, “Living with you is like living with a puppy.”

Now I laugh.


“Explore that for your blog,” he suggests.


How can I not explore that?  For one thing, he is my biggest fan.  He loves my writing and I love him for it.

For another thing, I live with me as well, and he’s right about the puppy thing.

1. Door greeting.  Obviously you’re here to see me, right?

2.  You promised to be home an hour ago.  NOW you’re home?  Hmm.  Yeah I forgot you live here too.  I’m just going to stare at you with big puppy dog eyes then put my head down  because obviously you don’t love me anymore….wait, did you say “walk”?  Let’s do this!

3.  Cutest person in the room. 

4.  At any given time I have absolutely no idea where my body is in space and I’m full of energy.  

5.  Um, I have to pee, like NOW.

6.  You’re going out and I’m not coming along? Fine, I will impede your progress.

7.  I will wait here but leave the window down a crack.

8.  Very. Easily. Distracted. Butterfly…

9.  Oh you’re napping? I’ll just curl up right here beside you…

10.  Let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go. Crash. Zzzzzzzzz…

Maybe it’s Tourette Syndrome.  Maybe it’s me.  Sometimes the line between where one ends and the other begins is blurred.  Whatever it is, there are worse creatures to live with than a puppy.  

What about you?  Can you add to my list?  Are you or someone in your life the spitting image of a member of the animal kingdom?  I would love to hear about it.  Comment below.

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