Thieving Little Pups

It’s funny how used to something you get. As I drove to the Wake County Animal Center it seemed like it had been forever since I’d been there. Then I realized it was only last week while I was in Minnesota that I had not been to see all the puppies and kitties. Wow, they’ve really become a regular part of my life.

I realized something else last night, too. I don’t really get to know the dogs. I’m always looking for the ones who don’t have a good picture or a biography. I meet them once and don’t have the need to see them again, so I usually don’t. I think it also comes down to the number of photographers; all the cute, calm, and cuddly dogs have had their photo taken by the time I get there. I’m not looking for a dog to meet and sit with — I’m looking for who needs me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. In some ways it is probably good because I haven’t had that urge to bring them home with me, but it would be nice to connect with some of them the way I did with Shelby and Kesha.

By the time I got caught up with updating the Foster Care bulletin board and pulling together a list of dogs that needed to be photographed, there was only time to do a couple of puppies and one sweet little brindle-brown Pittie named Kimmie. My story today is about the two puppies, Twinkie and Smores. Twinkie is the brindle-brown pup while Smores is the black pup with white paws of course. They’re only two months old, but you could only fit one of ‘em in a breadbox. I really didn’t think about the difficulty of getting in and out of the kennel with two little shorties trying to rush me, but I got in okay. Whew!

They were puppies and they were excited to have someone to play with and chew on; my fingers are apparently quite tasty. Smores is a tugger. She immediately nabbed the corner of my “gown” and was having a great game of tug while Twinkie jumped all over me trying to lick my face. I think it was their way of distracting me, as they’re a couple of little thieves. While one would be trying to chew the diamond off my wedding ring, the other would be tugging at my camera strap … and then they’d switch!

Getting out was not going to be as easy as getting in there because now they were both wound up. I decided to put my camera out first. I cracked open the kennel door and laid it on the floor in the alleyway. Next I did the back-out-while-holding-off-wannabe-escapees dance with success. Whew, that will drain a person’s energy. Then, as I stood outside their kennel putting the lock back on, I heard all this noise at my feet. I looked down and saw my camera bumping up against the kennel door. They had stuck their little noses under the door and nabbed the strap to my camera and were trying to steal it again!

Thieving little puppies!