A pup's love

Brazil Buzz

By Mary Lou Sartor

There is a fresh cover of snow on the ground this morning. It is beautiful. Neither of us is feeling well. It is in our best interest to enjoy the view from the patio doors with Tootie Mae today.

Tootie Mae celebrated her 14th birthday this past week. She slept through a good portion of the day, and for the remainder, the old girl frolicked about like a young pup. The little lady even got into trouble after a nice meal when she snacked toilet paper from a reachable roll. That is her one bad habit. She hid a little more in her car bed’s fold, but her mom found it. When she searched the bed for her stash, she stared at me as if to say, “Am I in trouble?” It is hard to keep from laughing when she stares at me at times like those moments…

Tootie has never wanted toys. We bought several ever since she came into our lives.

This Doxie rejected them time after time. Nyla’s bones for tough chewers excited her longer, but as always, they were cast aside until her birthday this year.

She was sitting on the couch watching the noon news with her buddy. I went to the doll room to bring out her red buggy. The news was almost over, and the plan was to transport her around the house’s interior like a mini road trip. She loves looking at herself in mirrors and my pretty things out of her reach on our tours. As I was bringing out the buggy, I focused on the open doll trunk. Frankie, the plush fox, was hanging out the edge of the

bottom of the Beanie baby trunk. I brought him along and invited Tootie Mae to climb

in the doggie vehicle. After about five years and several, no goes since she acted like she lost and found an old friend covering every inch of her fur baby with love and attention.

After the short tour, she took Frankie to her car and covered both with her dragging blanket.

Sadly, one of these days, the perfect romance with this wonderful pet will end. In the meantime, I thank her for that day back in 2009 when she chose to choose us as we did her and brought her home.

As for poor Frankie, the hand puppet, the bond was slowly coming. He got lucky.

Our little Tootie holds a special place in our hearts. She lifts us when we are down and puts us in place when we get out of hand…

I forgot to mention she likes me to sing her a lullaby before she closes her sleepy eyes and calls it a night.

Reach me by phone at 317-286-7352.