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The Oddities of Missy

I am alone this morning, my mother, who is almost always my constant companion, is gone, off to California for the divorce hearing. She left me here, in this big empty house, to watch over everything and to take care of my Missy. Actually with Missy here, I am not so alone, the poor thing doesn't leave my shadow for even a minute, so I am almost constantly tripping over her, or stepping on her. Missy seems almost forlorn without my mother to keep her company, the two of them are quite good friends, my mother constantly chatting away at her although missy seldom answers. I think thats why mum likes her so much, because she can talk Missy's ear off and never hear a complaint or a disagreement with any of her opinions. The last time mum went away, Missy refused to leave mum's bedroom, sleeping on her bed like somehow that made her closer to mum while she was away.
It is quite amusing, while I am still getting used to the snow, missy has no problem with it at all. In fact she is quite taken with it, whenever we go on walks she spends the whole time eating mouthfuls of the blasted stuff. When we get home her whole mouth and nose are covered with snow, which actually looks quite cute. I don't even think the little thing even feels the bite of the cold, and if she does she certainly doesn't complain much about it. She romps and bounds and slips on Ice all the way up the street and back, like she was made to live in the stuff. I guess it is better for her than in California, for there she spent most of the day lying in the shade on the cool tile. Missy, if you don't know is my dog, a Shetland sheepdog, but don't tell her that, because she thinks she is a person.
I don't know how on earth she got the notion that she was anything other than a dog, but somehow it seeped in there and it refuses to leave that pointy little head of hers. Its funny because she completely refuses to socialize with other dogs, instead when faced with them, she the little shit, chooses to bite. Now she doesn't bite hard, but she does make the point that she wants nothing to do with them. She doesn't like most other people either, men are her advisories, and them too she bites. My Missy, funny as it sounds, is a cat person. She loves felines and her best friend in the world, sadly is back in Sacramento, and I think she quite mourns his loss. When we brought dingo home, Missy became quite taken with the little spotted thing, and soon enough he was not our cat anymore, but Missy's cat.
Dingo, now, thinks he is a dog! He even spends hours rolling in the dirt like a Dog, something my sister and I find quite ludicrous. He refuses to sit in his cathouses, and instead opts to sleep with missy in the doghouse. Missy is ever so patient with him; she gives up her space to him when he wants it. When he is particularly snarky missy will sleep outside her doghouse, while he chooses to occupy it. He also decided to take over Missy's dog pillow, and that too Missy will give up to him. For the longest time they shared the same food bowl, because Dingo, thinking he is a dog, refused cat food, and instead for the longest time ate nothing but dog food. This too missy would allow, never sniping at him and was particularly lenient about letting the cat eat her food.
When dingo was but a kitten, the two of them would spend hour's tussling with each other, and strange enough, missy never hurt the wee thing. She would get claws in her nose, rabbit kicked in the head, and bit on the ears till she cried out, but she never so much as nipped at Dingo. Up until we moved away and left Dingo with my sister, the two of them were quite comfortable around one another. Missy would go to the ends of the earth to protect that cat, when other cats would come into the yard and try and fight dingo, Missy, all snarls and teeth, would chase them off so they wouldn't hurt her Dingo. Missy and her cat, a strange friendship indeed, but one that I found most charming.
I know missy misses her furry feline friend, but even more so at the moment, she misses her mum. I know she enjoys mum's nattering at her, my mother, ever the talkative one, will talk to anything that is defined as living. I too, talk to my missy, but it is mum whom she really enjoys to converse with. When moms talking gets really heated missy will respond with a yip and a yap of compliance and agreement. She is quite a loud dog, and my one warning to anybody is don't ever sing in front of her, for Missy will try to sing along with you. Now she doesn't do this with the radio (thank goodness) but if one is to walk around the house singing, missy will follow trying her best to sing along as well. It is quite ear piercing. Dancing too, causes missy to act out, she will bounce around in front of you like she is trying to mimic your steps, and barks her furry but off with the joy of it. What missy really enjoys is when people make up songs about her, which my mother and I do, and sing them to her. She is quite vain in that way, listening to ballets about herself, while barking and dancing like she is some sort of princess.
Missy really is quite spoiled by my mother and I. She likes to do EVERYTHING with us, weather it be watching T.V. sitting in front of the fireplace while we read, or traveling from Sacramento to Edmonton. Missy quite surely thinks she can do just about everything we do. Her favorite thing to do, quite like all dogs, is eat human food while my mother and I do. However, unlike most dogs there is one food in particular that she has found to be her favorite, and will even go to extreme lengths to get her pointy little mouth on. That food would be Cheese, and she has a favorite type of cheese too (although she will eat ANY of it that comes her way). Missy goes completely nutty when it comes to baby belle cheese (the miniature cheese that come wrapped in wax). Don't ever eat that in front of her, for she will sit there and make a scene until you give into her demands.
Hmmm missy is not in here at the moment while I write, that means she is most likely sitting in moms room trying to cover herself with my mothers scent. She is probably sitting on the bed and rolling on it in order to smell mom and feel close to her. She is quite truly the strangest dog.