Tidbit had a slightly deformed paw, and he was tiny, so it was a no-brainer to keep him, since he was special needs. He lived inside the missus' jacket pocket from about 8 weeks on. He was clearly her dog.
|"Pet, stop telling stories about me"|
That left one lone puppy who had just been weaned. Spot didn't want anything to do with her during the weaning process. The missus said "Why don't you lay down with Zoey and comfort her" so I took her for a nap. It was awful. She would paw my face every time I fell asleep. Then I would wake up, and she would roll over on her back for a belly rub. This dog was only 8 weeks old and she was already treating me like her pet!
Strong willed. Intelligent. Sassy. The missus pointed out that this is how I preferred my human women and said that I was protesting too much. But something clicked that day, and she was right. Zoey looks at me with the same intelligence her sister Jewel did.
Of course, Ty came back. And Bear came back abused, malnourished and permanently traumatized. By that point, we were too scared to find homes for any of them with our previous luck.
The puppy who wouldn't let me sleep, still won't let me sleep 4 1/2 years later. And she still thinks I am her pet. She's playing peek-a-boo with me as I type this.