Friday, October 05, 2007

Woof! My Name Is Limerick...

You've seen my picture on Woofless Wednesday. I'm a three month old Irish wolfhound puppy. Molly Bawn and I met at an Irish festival in Western NY some time ago. She was there with her Old Curmudgeon and her Old Curmudgeon's equally curmudgeonly colleague. They were strolling around, listening to Irish music, watching Irish dance performances. Molly was entertaining herself taking pictures of mad Irishmens' shirts---to her husband's mortification.

I was with my Mom and Dad---the two legged variety, who were more than happy to talk to Molly and tell her all about me. We sat near them at one of the shows. I sat in Mom and Dad's combined laps. I could tell from the way Molly looked at me that she thought I was a big baby, that I should act more grown up and not be disgracing the nation. I'd bet if she was my Mom she'd make me sit on the cold, hard ground----heartless woman.

I ignored her. Her vibes told me that she wouldn't be having any of that kind of nonsense. No donkey sized puppy would sit on her lap! I just avoided her eyes and snuggled deeper into my doting parents' combolap. I love my Mom and Dad and they love me. Sigh.

6 comments:

meggie said...

No doubt you will grow to be the size of a small pony! Then what will your mother & father do?
I will bet you made Molly feel a bit homesick.

Princess Banter said...

Awwwwwww you are so completely adorable! It's impossible to not fall in love with you...

Molly said...

Ah Limerick, it might be easier to love your own sweet puupy than someone else's dog.

heartinsanfrancisco said...

Donkey-sized puppies sit in my lap all the time, after they knock me to the ground.

The bigger they are, the harder I fall, both literally and figuratively.

Will Limerick be visiting Fair Molly anytime soon?

Lee said...

Sly dog!

Lily said...

Since when did you become a cat person???