Happiness Is A Fuzzy Piranha

I was going to say that happiness is a warm puppy in your lap, but since Angus the Wonder Puppy (a.k.a. Secret Agent Wee Haggis) is teething, he rarely sits still long enough to be a nice little lap-warmer. The little dude is chewing on EVERYTHING that can’t run away fast enough.

My arms look like I’ve been sparring with fanged ninjas, several tee-shirts and pajama bottoms are sporting new holes, and the kitchen in our new house (more on that later) is not faring well against the onslaught of puppy teeth. Said kitchen, which had survived 60+ years just fine with all-original Bakelite cupboard handles, salmon and burgundy counter and backsplash tiles, custom cabinetry and and molding intact, is officially a casualty of the Wee Haggis’ war with order. The other night TGP and I came home to find that the *only* cabinet corner that sticks out in the entire kitchen had been resculpted by a certain fuzzy piranha with an affinity for belly rubs. He didn’t just gnaw it off, he swallowed. Poor little guy was pooping flakes of lead-based paint and rather large chips of wood for the next 12 hours. Had to hurt. Serves him right. Hope he’s not gonna be scarred for life by it. Or by the nasty bitter stuff we sprayed on the chewed-off corner (nice little beveled edge to it now, albeit unpainted).

I haven’t had a puppy in many years, and am really glad I’ve been reading up on training, etc., so I can benefit from others’ experiences raising Labrador Retreivers. I’m also really glad that I’m not raising the Wee Haggis alone. I grew up with lots of dogs around, so nothing that Angus has done so far has surprised me, but TGP has never had a mammalian pet, so it’s all new and messy to him. Luckily for both the Wee Haggis and me, TGP is a model of patience, consistency, and willingness to learn – he’s a great doggie dad. Angus is 12 weeks old today, about 23 lbs., and already knows how to work those big brown puppy eyes.

Deceptively Calm Picture of the Fuzzy Piranha:

Plotting his next adventure.

Update on the rest of it: TGP and I bought a house and are engaged (yeah, that was fast and what the hell happened to never getting married again? dunno, I got over it), my ankle was seriously sprained in a complicated fashion 2.5 months ago and I’m still in a cast, I start school at Antioch on January 3rd to study Creative Writing in preparation for an MFA program, and I met someone at a holiday party last night who might be able to get my bike running again so I can ride once my ankle’s a bit stronger. Woo on all counts! Well, except for the sprained-three-ways-to-Sunday ankle part…


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