Our Precious
Ever since Mischka came into our lives, we’ve never had a dull moment.
The helpless whimpers and whining the first few nights, the silly antics she got into while stumbling around, discovering a whole new world of kibbles, toys and treats, her first play session outside the confines of her enclosure when she was merely 12 weeks old, her first visit to the vet and her first walk outside. We’ve certainly come a long way from the harrowing days of toilet training her. The days when we would brace ourselves, as we walked in the door, for the mess that we knew would certainly be there, and her tap-dancing all over her own filth in her excitement to see us – those days are finally over. Phew. She still does the same tap-dancing routine, with the same expression of pure joy and relief that we are home (which probably means walk + food!), but no more mess! She’s all grown up now. She leaps and bounds down the stairs now, when she used to retreat in fear and insecurity. Her fine baby fur has given way to a thick, silky, luxuriant coat of glossy ruby-brown. Her once-sleepy, dreamy eyes are now bright and alert, always looking out for excitement, always inquisitive yet she looks at us, eyes full of love, and with the most melting, trusting expression.
I love it when she sees us for the first time each morning and showers us with a million kisses and rubs herself against us, all affectionate, and wanting some cuddles – she’s so cat-like that way, slinking around our legs, and burrowing in your neck and chest. I love to sneak up on her while she’s sleeping, watch her breathing softly. Sometimes I can’t help it, I reach into her crate and carry her out, her still in fantasyland, and cradle her in my arms, sniffing the faint scent of her cherry-almond shampoo on the top of her fluffy head. I love how the glutton in her can never resist a treat and she would be so focused and attentive to every sit/stay/paw/hi-5/rollover command, love how Miss Kaypo just has to follow you around and poke her little cold, wet nose into everything you’re doing, looking over tables, peeking into the fridge, sniffing at the doorway to areas out of bounds to her. Her favourite games are playing catch with Ozzie the ostrich and tug (with anything!). It never fails to crack me up when she struggles with her toy and her long floppy ears flap around her head as she shakes the life out of another innocent, unsuspecting plush. On walks, Mischka’s favourite activity is to chase any flying thing – especially birds – she’d pause mid-step when she spots one and stalks her prey, creeping up on them, before bursting into action! (never reaching any of course, since she’s always on leash – I wouldn’t know what to do with a dead bird in my hands either!)
We never get tired of just sitting and watching her amuse herself with her own toys. And she seems perfectly content just lying by our feet and absently waving her paws in the air while she gets a belly rub or gnawing dreamily on her bone. It’s always reassuring to hear the clink of her bell and dogtag somewhere in the house as she trots around. Mischka has truly changed our lives – not just XJ’s and mine, but also our family. Our parents were never dog-lovers, but now can’t stop gushing about how sweet and endearing she is. How life ever was before Mischka came along, I don’t quite remember the details. But knowing what I know now, and having what I have now, I could never ever do without a puppy as loving and affectionate as her.
Mischka turns 8 months today. See how she’s grown…
The helpless whimpers and whining the first few nights, the silly antics she got into while stumbling around, discovering a whole new world of kibbles, toys and treats, her first play session outside the confines of her enclosure when she was merely 12 weeks old, her first visit to the vet and her first walk outside. We’ve certainly come a long way from the harrowing days of toilet training her. The days when we would brace ourselves, as we walked in the door, for the mess that we knew would certainly be there, and her tap-dancing all over her own filth in her excitement to see us – those days are finally over. Phew. She still does the same tap-dancing routine, with the same expression of pure joy and relief that we are home (which probably means walk + food!), but no more mess! She’s all grown up now. She leaps and bounds down the stairs now, when she used to retreat in fear and insecurity. Her fine baby fur has given way to a thick, silky, luxuriant coat of glossy ruby-brown. Her once-sleepy, dreamy eyes are now bright and alert, always looking out for excitement, always inquisitive yet she looks at us, eyes full of love, and with the most melting, trusting expression.
I love it when she sees us for the first time each morning and showers us with a million kisses and rubs herself against us, all affectionate, and wanting some cuddles – she’s so cat-like that way, slinking around our legs, and burrowing in your neck and chest. I love to sneak up on her while she’s sleeping, watch her breathing softly. Sometimes I can’t help it, I reach into her crate and carry her out, her still in fantasyland, and cradle her in my arms, sniffing the faint scent of her cherry-almond shampoo on the top of her fluffy head. I love how the glutton in her can never resist a treat and she would be so focused and attentive to every sit/stay/paw/hi-5/rollover command, love how Miss Kaypo just has to follow you around and poke her little cold, wet nose into everything you’re doing, looking over tables, peeking into the fridge, sniffing at the doorway to areas out of bounds to her. Her favourite games are playing catch with Ozzie the ostrich and tug (with anything!). It never fails to crack me up when she struggles with her toy and her long floppy ears flap around her head as she shakes the life out of another innocent, unsuspecting plush. On walks, Mischka’s favourite activity is to chase any flying thing – especially birds – she’d pause mid-step when she spots one and stalks her prey, creeping up on them, before bursting into action! (never reaching any of course, since she’s always on leash – I wouldn’t know what to do with a dead bird in my hands either!)
We never get tired of just sitting and watching her amuse herself with her own toys. And she seems perfectly content just lying by our feet and absently waving her paws in the air while she gets a belly rub or gnawing dreamily on her bone. It’s always reassuring to hear the clink of her bell and dogtag somewhere in the house as she trots around. Mischka has truly changed our lives – not just XJ’s and mine, but also our family. Our parents were never dog-lovers, but now can’t stop gushing about how sweet and endearing she is. How life ever was before Mischka came along, I don’t quite remember the details. But knowing what I know now, and having what I have now, I could never ever do without a puppy as loving and affectionate as her.
Mischka turns 8 months today. See how she’s grown…
3 comments:
she's so big now!
and still so cute :)
She's sooo cute! :-)
You know that when our pet brings a dead animal to our feet, it's to show their appreciation to us.
Both of our kitties have brought dead animals to us. :-)
She is a lovely little girl. And she is very lucky to have you too!
xx
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