My puppy is the kindest, funniest, and prettiest thing ever. Sophie Marie is her name. She resembles a little leopard and is a combination of Chihuahua and dog. She has one blue and one brown eye, and spots all over her body.
She likes to play hide and seek with my husband as we are getting ready for bed at night. When we go outside to seek for her, she hides behind the sofa. Before Sophie becomes extremely enthusiastic, we ask her “Where’s Sophie?” a few times. Furthermore, she frequently covers herself with her blanket when she climbs into her bed, which we keep directly next to ours.
She has a wonderful, kind soul. Everyone who comes into contact with her is enamored with her.
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Phil, my spouse, wears dentures. He pulled his teeth and set them on the bathroom sink one evening before he took a shower. When he returned after getting a fresh towel, his teeth were gone. After an hour of searching, we were unable to locate them. For days, he had to report to work without them.
The next Saturday we went to a Tournament of Bands, and our son Josh was in the high school marching band. Phil slept out in the car. When a student went to pick him up for the performance, Phil was sound asleep and had a gapping mouth that made it obvious he was lacking teeth. After Mike returned and told the children, Josh recounted them the tale of the missing teeth and how we thought our cat, Herbert Spencer, had taken them but couldn’t find them. The band started making fun of Phil as he returned to the field, asking, “What’s the matter, Mr. Phil, the cat got your teeth?”
A few days later, our kid had covered himself with an afghan while watching TV. It turned out that the blanket had the dentures wrapped in it. My son just told my spouse over the phone that he had been bitten! When Phil’s watch vanished two weeks later, we discovered it in Herbie’s covert hiding place—the blanket! The blanket has long since vanished, and while we are unsure of Herbie’s hiding places, we can be positive that when items go, Herbie has taken them! Family members believe we ought to publish a book on Herbert Spencer because he’s such a hilarious cat.
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Chula, my dog, choose my future spouse. Before being sent to California, Chula (whose name means “cute girl” in Spanish, even though she was ugly as a mud fence, so I had to put “cute” in her name) tried to break into my house and tried to jump through a double-paned window to get at a man who was trying to get in. After that, she developed a strong dislike for all men. Luckily, she scared the thief away, but that experience left her wary of males. She would therefore provide quite a problem at every door greeting for every man I attempted to date.
However, after my transfer to California, I went on a blind date with one man, and the next night after our meeting, he surprised me by coming to my house. She was there by my side as I answered the door, not knowing who it was. I started holding her back once I realized who it was. Her teeth were exposed, and her back hair was standing straight up.
Andy, a massive man who stood six feet eight inches tall, knelt down and said, “Well, hello, Chula,” in a fairly high voice. “How’s my adorable little puppy doing? I can’t recall the remainder of his welcome, but Chula met a guy without hesitation and gave him a cute puppy kiss for the first time in years, and she’s been in love with him ever since. I believed this man was worthy of marriage if he was willing to “deface” himself in order to protect my beloved Chula!
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My spouse bred birds and kept three of his favorites as house pets. African gray Amanda was simply too intelligent. She enjoyed flirting with any male that entered the house and detested women. She have an amazing vocabulary. Her ability to open the door for others upon hearing a knock or the doorbell was one of her many gifts. “Please come in,” she would exclaim.
Captain was another of his birds, a redhead from Mexico. Though not particularly intelligent, he did pick up a few words. One of his favorite words is “what.” Due to his hearing impairment, my spouse would frequently respond with “what” to inquiries or remarks. He didn’t want to use his hearing aids, which was really inconvenient, but that dumb old bird simply adored that term and it drove us crazy.
My friend brought the birds to her place to “birdsit” for a while after my husband’s death. In order to avoid her former girlfriend, her brother was staying with her. She arranged them to sit at the front entrance, next to an open window. The ex-girlfriend visited him at the residence one day. My buddy hid behind a wall until she departed, because neither she nor her brother wanted her to know that they were at home. To the surprise of my buddy, the African gray (Amanda) started to shout, “Well, come on in!” as she started to ring the bell and knock on the door. The girlfriend attempted to enter through the door, but happily it was locked.
“I can’t, the door is locked,” she said as she rattled the handle. The second bird, Captain, called out, “What, what?” precisely on cue. “I told you the door is locked,” she would shout. Whenever she knocked again, she would hear the words “Well, come on in” followed by the loud “What?” from Captain. This woman defies the assumption that she would have given up. She continued like this until my buddy and her brother started laughing so much that she started getting moist in her trousers.