The Authentic Eclectic

Dog is Love — Take It From Someone Who Knows

A tale from the dog bed, by Jessie A.

Me as a pup with Beggs in background, Zena in foreground (photo by author — all rights reserved)

Oh, hello there. You’re back!

You’re just in time; both humans are out today and the she-human left the computer out. If I hurry, I have time to write another chapter —

As long as my little sister Maggie stays out of my hair.

She is such a little troublemaker. Some days I wish I were an only dog, but then I remember —

That time I was an only dog

When they brought me [to this] home on a cold, grey day in November 2010, I had no idea what to expect. Would I be an only dog? That worried me; the last time I was an only, during a lifetime much more recent than the one I shared in Chapter 1, it did not end well.

If you missed Chapter 1, I’ll wait while you catch up.

Tales from the dog bed

Hello again.

Back in 1955, I was a three-year-old pedigreed white Standard Poodle bitch named Pup Studios…