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Re: Puppies




I...well, okay, I'm a little biased, and if I'm not careful this is gonna turn into a love letter to my dog, but I do think I have one of the bestest dogs on the planet. Her full name is Morningstar's Michaela Patrice, but even I, yes, even _I_ must draw the line against pretention somewhere. So she goes by Kayli. Those of you who IM me often enough know one of my away messages references that I'm off playing with her and cannot therefore be disturbed. I take my Dog-Mommy-dom very seriously.

Kayli is a full, 100%, purebred Collie. She's a model dog-- beautiful coat, lovely bone structure, big, sensitive eyes, always gorgeous. But better than that, she's sweet. She's the sweetest thing on four feet, and she's my big ball of furry luuuv. She's stubborn, she barks when she shouldn't (unless you train them very early, which I didn't [I didn't get her til she was six months old] they will forever follow the Collie motto: "It moves? It makes noise? You bark at it!"), she annoys the cats by ignoring them when they want to play and trying to play when they want to ignore her, she has a bizarrely screwed-up digestive system whereby if she doesn't eat for too long a period, she yarfs all over the place (though I've mostly trained her to pray to the porcelain goddess), but she'll go into the trash in perfect happiness if there's a whiff of chocolate to be found. Or if she's bored. Or if she wants to create a...special ambiance for my out-of-town guests.

I can't walk her downtown without someone-- often several someones-- stopping me to tell me how beautiful she is, or how they used to have a Collie growing up, or how she looks JUST like Lassie (but without the blaze down her nose, _much_ finer-boned, and actually female). She used to back away, but perhaps now that she's a grey-muzzled dowager, she's come to accept heaping praise and admiration as her due.

But she's still a goof at home. She still sleeps on her back with all four legs in the air, often in the middle of the room when I have company. She still hogs the bed, whether I'm in it or not. She still _demands_ to be played with, and will stand behind me with her big, fuzzy, blue, squeaky Stuffy in her mouth, waiting until I turn around. She's still a slut for dog treats. She's still my baby.

So...er, yeah. I'd go with a Collie.

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