puchi_thanksgiving

After a couple of seconds of intensive reading about the controversy of Thanksgiving, I was determined to spend it with love and gratitude. I called a couple of my dogs just to find out that I can barely tolerate them. All they could think about on this day of gratefulness was turkey. Like chicken doesn’t even exist anymore. This is when I realized how much I love chicken.

To complete the mission of love I needed chicken. Luckily, I was able to find one in my toyfrigerator. My dear companion Cockerelus, a pilgrim made in China, silently agreed to sabotage the power of the thanksgiving turkey but made me swear that I won’t roast or stuff him with cookies.   C'mon, finish reading »

puchi-bf

I hear that women always complain about how difficult it is to find a decent boyfriend. I totally don’t think so. I found one in no time. Actually, I wasn’t even looking.

One fine day I came home, and he was sitting on the living room floor. After a thorough inspection I found him very charming. He always smiles, never complains, cares less about food, football or beer, and… when you softly touch his remote control button he sings a song or two. He will definitely never make it into the Billboard Charts, but it does the magic for now.

I am not sure how long this relationship will last but it is a great feeling to come home to someone who doesn’t eat any of your food while you are away. C'mon, finish reading »

puchipup

Last week Miss E. and I visited a wonderful friend who happened to have two fantastic boys for kids. We had a lovely play time until the little one decided to throw a toy of significant weight on my head. That’s when the fun was over for me.

Later this week I got to thinking about the behavioral similarities between men and kids regarding women and dogs, respectively. I was able to detect some parallels:

- They want you because they can’t have you: Mom, can I have a dog? No.
- They are very persistent when they want it: Mom, I’d do anything you ask if I could have a dog! C'mon, finish reading »