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Carol Perkins. Loving Tribute to a very lively Maltese, Fluffy

Fluffy exacts high respect, luxury from human associates - and many indulgences. He barks a lot. He insists on special favors and respect for his territory, which is anywhere he wants to be. But he's a smart dog. He talks. He's a guard dog. He guards against aerial invasions of the bird kind. He's a demanding, sometimes vexing dog, with meddlesome ways. But when Carol Perkins is asked if she'd give him away, she answers the question with a question. Do you give away a child because he drives you crazy? Pet owners will understand and agree 150%
Carol Perkins columns are regular features on SUNDAYS with CM

By Carol Perkins

Wanna dog? A cute little dog that ignores commands, thrives on intimidating visitors, and barks at insects on the porch railing. A dog that yelps for treats the moment I walk into the kitchen and does not stop until he gets what he wants. A dog who does not want his master talking on the phone and to show his dislike, stands with tail wagging and barks a harsh directive to hang up the phone and give him attention. Does anyone else own such a dog?



The only peace I have from this dog is when I leave home.

During this time, I have been told that he sleeps all day. My husband, who works from home several days, claims that Fluffy never moves from the rug beside the bed.

How nice of him to rest up for the remainder of the day when I will be with him, for the moment I entire the house, he gives me orders.

He thinks he is owed a treat because I have been gone all day, and I agree with this, so I toss him a treat. Then he wants to engage in conversation.

Yes, Fluffy talks.

He has his own language and I know it-to an extent. He moans and has a yawning sound in his tone when he wants me to sit with him instead of changing my clothes and having a cup of coffee. When I don't obey, he follows me, and his tone changes to a low rumble. "Just a minute, Fluffy," I say. "Give me a minute."

While I am pouring my coffee, he begins demanding another treat. This is indicated with a violent, in your face bark much like sass from a teenage girl. He is relentless, and like a parent who finally gives in after being beaten down, I give him yet another treat. He wins.

He also interrupts conversations and movies. If Guy and I are talking, he positions himself on the ottoman and points like a bird dog in Guy's direction and barks with a thrill inflection that would startle the neighbors. Not only does he not want us talking, he does not want us watching a movie for very long because it takes away from his time.

Fluffy likes to sit in the recliner beside me, but does not think anything around us should move unless he knows the reason. If Guy rises from a chair, Fluffy jumps from the recliner to see why he has moved, barking at him to let him know we were interrupted. "Fluffy, hush!" Guy yells. Fluffy doesn't hush.

A smart dog even though disobedient, Fluffy is the perfect guard. He stays up all night, running from door to door, barking at what lies beyond that stirs up noise or movement. We had stray cats wandering around for weeks, nearly driving Fluffy into madness, along with his master. When a bird flies into the garage and flaps his wings against the ceiling and walls, trying to escape, Fluffy thinks by barking incessantly, the bird will leave sooner. He once settled himself on the back of the couch where he could look out the front window and guard the property more diligently until we finally moved the couch.

When adults begin to spell in front of dogs, there is a problem. Have you given him a "T-R-E-A-T" today? Does he need to go "O-U-T-S-I-D-E"? He loves to dart out the backdoor before we can get a leash around his neck. He is slippery to be so fluffy.

At night, when he isn't guarding, he is jumping on the bed and sniffing for a place to park himself. Sometimes, he makes himself at home on top of Guy's head with one foot over his face. Sometimes, he roots under the covers and sleeps covered from head to toe.

Most of the time, he goes from bed to being on patrol. This dog could be in the military.

Guy asked me not long ago if I would give Fluffy away because he is such aggravation. My reply, "Do you give away a child because he drives you crazy?"
BR>I guess I'll keep Fluffy, my Maltese with a bad attitude.


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