5 Ways I Am Exactly Like My Dog

I love my dog. She is a good little companion. But today, I’m wondering if the reason I love her so much is because the dog is exactly like me. To prove my point I numbered the ways just be make it seem more believable... 

1. She hates to get up in the morning. While my last dog, Harley, was up and ready to rumble at 7:00 a.m., Trixie lolls around on the bed until I’m ready to get up. And even then, she does her business and goes back to bed! This morning, I looked around for her and she had went back upstairs and was lounging there like the Queen of Sheba. This is an every day occurrence. The sad part is I would be the same way if I didn’t have to go to work! I love to lounge and read in the mornings. I scroll, I watch TV, I pray, and I try to do as good a job as I can of not worrying about the day. I am still struggling with that one...

2.  She is exuberant. Ok, I’d love to say she gets this one on her own, but, in fact, I am exuberant in the extreme. New ideas float across my brain daily—well, actually moment by moment—and I just have to get them all out! Oh how I wish I could change this about myself, and Trixie, God bless her little soul, has seemingly inherited that trait. She stands on her hind legs and jumps at the least little hint of excitement and paws the air as if to say, “Look! Squirrel!! Mamma, I love you! Walk me! Feed me! Love me!” Yep, she’s me all right... 

3. She will work for food. I have never seen a dog this motivated by food. She will do almost anything for a meal or even a “cookie” which is what I call her dog biscuits. The dog could put away an entire box of Milk Bones and not even blink. She once climbed through the pass through window in my living room, onto my kitchen counters and ate an entire bowl of sausage grease. And it didn’t even phase her. Cast iron stomach right there now. I am much the same. I would sell my soul for a box of donuts or a gallon of Dutch Chocolate ice cream. Yeah...that’s me all right...  

4. She barks but has very little bite. When my neighbor just peeps a toe outside, Trixie is on high alert, protecting our home from the mild mannered millennial whom she is certain is going to lead us to our deaths. The dog growls and barks like she’s gonna eat him up, but then melts into a puddle of goo when he reaches over the fence and pets her. If I actually did have a burglar, she might growl, but she’d fix them a sandwich and hand over the family jewels (if there were any). Ditto Mamma. I might growl a little, but I dissolve into same mushy goo when confronted by a friendly gesture. A little kindness goes a long way with both doggie and Mamma. 

5. We both love easily. I have a friend whom this dog loves beyond measure. When they come over, she immediately stands on her hind legs, paws the air and generally makes a nuisance of herself until they give her their undivided attention. To continue the adoration, she gazes at them with those big brown eyes and rolls over on her back for a belly rub.  While I haven’t had a belly rub in a long time (maybe I wouldn’t growl so much if I had one...hummm), I DO like to show affection. I like cuddles. This picture is starting to look rather bleak, actually...

Maybe I should just dye my hair black and call myself her twin. Right now, the spoiled rotten canine is at the back door, growling like a she wolf and looking out the window at the neighbor. If I let her outside, I see belly rubs in the near future. For her, not me. Because when she comes back inside, she will beg for a cookie, roll over on her back and look expectantly at me. I would love to be the person my dog thinks I am...and I’m trying hard. 

God bless!  

Princess Trixie Belle