If somebody from your family brings home a lovely puppy, claiming that it has to be looked after for a while, you might as well get on board and accept that you just became its proud owner. The sooner you do this, the better for you.
And as if it was yesterday, one morning I opened the door to Matus’ room and a little chocolate brown, furry round thingy jumped on me, wagging its little tail.
“Eee, you know… just have to look after it for a bit… my friend will take it back once his dad leaves. In a week, or two…”
Well… it was a lovely puppy, and so I reluctantly agreed. “What’s it's name?”
“Mafinka - Muffin.”
And so it happened. And our (mainly mine) lives have changed.
Mafinka was making progress in training, but for every new command, she produced a new splash of pee, or a new dollop. Matus was patiently cleaning after her, but when she decided to make a few in a row on a (my) carpet, the cute little puppy didn’t seem so cute anymore...
Mafinka was supposed to sleep as much as she could, so that she could grow and get stronger. But it seemed that all she was more interested in was to make new pools and piles. In addition to that, she just seemed to have too much energy, even for a puppy. A few times per day, she would suddenly start running around in circles, throughout the entire house, driving me crazy.
When you went for a walk with her, she wouldn’t just hop happily beside you, oh no… Instead she would bite on the leash, and run as if she was a Husky in a dog team. At first it was cute and adorable, have some with your little puppy right? She was beautiful, she got everyone’s attention...
But from day to day Mafinka reached better times and so you would often meet an overjoyed dog, rushing down the street, dragging his owner behind him.
Beside that, she would throw herself at anything and anyone, dog or human, whoever crossed her path, assuming they were her new best friends.
When she suddenly entered an unexpected sprint one day, and I ended on the ground, and Muffy ended on an Old Lady, I said enough. It’s time to train this little Tasmanian devil.
Quite a few changes had to be made: forbid the furious circle running; Rally: Kitchen –Living Room – Hall, no more pee and poop inside the house, no more eaten flowers on my balcony, no more drinking water from the toilet, no more eating my lovely leather gloves, no more sneaking into the living room – attacking my Ficus], tear off the branches – carry them into her Lair, no more digging up my flower pots, no more stealing nuts from the table at night – or when no one was looking, no more crazy running and dragging me behind her whenever she noticed something that moved, no more scaring of the neighbors and ban on jumping into our friend's waterlily ponds and swimming pools...
Muffy is a good girl...
And as if it was yesterday, one morning I opened the door to Matus’ room and a little chocolate brown, furry round thingy jumped on me, wagging its little tail.
“Eee, you know… just have to look after it for a bit… my friend will take it back once his dad leaves. In a week, or two…”
Well… it was a lovely puppy, and so I reluctantly agreed. “What’s it's name?”
“Mafinka - Muffin.”
And so it happened. And our (mainly mine) lives have changed.
Mafinka was making progress in training, but for every new command, she produced a new splash of pee, or a new dollop. Matus was patiently cleaning after her, but when she decided to make a few in a row on a (my) carpet, the cute little puppy didn’t seem so cute anymore...
Mafinka was supposed to sleep as much as she could, so that she could grow and get stronger. But it seemed that all she was more interested in was to make new pools and piles. In addition to that, she just seemed to have too much energy, even for a puppy. A few times per day, she would suddenly start running around in circles, throughout the entire house, driving me crazy.
When you went for a walk with her, she wouldn’t just hop happily beside you, oh no… Instead she would bite on the leash, and run as if she was a Husky in a dog team. At first it was cute and adorable, have some with your little puppy right? She was beautiful, she got everyone’s attention...
But from day to day Mafinka reached better times and so you would often meet an overjoyed dog, rushing down the street, dragging his owner behind him.
Beside that, she would throw herself at anything and anyone, dog or human, whoever crossed her path, assuming they were her new best friends.
When she suddenly entered an unexpected sprint one day, and I ended on the ground, and Muffy ended on an Old Lady, I said enough. It’s time to train this little Tasmanian devil.
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| This is Mafinka |
Quite a few changes had to be made: forbid the furious circle running; Rally: Kitchen –Living Room – Hall, no more pee and poop inside the house, no more eaten flowers on my balcony, no more drinking water from the toilet, no more eating my lovely leather gloves, no more sneaking into the living room – attacking my Ficus], tear off the branches – carry them into her Lair, no more digging up my flower pots, no more stealing nuts from the table at night – or when no one was looking, no more crazy running and dragging me behind her whenever she noticed something that moved, no more scaring of the neighbors and ban on jumping into our friend's waterlily ponds and swimming pools...
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| Our Muffy... |
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