I'm dogsitting some cuties. I think they're a cockapoo and a poo. The black one's Murphy, and the white one's Maggie. The puppies are well-mannered and considerate. They like to cuddle and sit right next to you, but, you see, they smell like dog. And, Murphy will climb up on the cushion behind you and stick her snout next to your cheekbone, providing a whiff of dog and dog breath. And, she'll gently paw your shoulder (two light strokes) to let you know that she needs to be petted. They're cute high maintenance. I catch myself doing exactly what they want me to do. Maggie will bring me her kong, I'll stop what I'm doing and go put a treat in it and bring it back to her. Murphy will stand on her hind legs, bouncing her paws in the air; then, I'll go get her a treat.
I grew up with dogs and cats, but dogs and cats outside. We had two black labs and a cat. We lived out in the country on a dirt road and everybody was happy. And, one of my friends had a weiner dog named Baxter who was trained: he'd heel and all. What a fabulous pooch.
Now if I were to have dogs, I'd want a Rhodesian ridgeback, quiet beagle or a whippet. Dogs are a huge responsibility. I feel taxed by having to water my plants regularly. I'm not sure I'm up to dog-level responsibility. But, these lil pooches make me want to strive for a beagle. I
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