My Puppy

I wanted to tell you guys about my puppy, her name is RC. RC has been my puppy since she was very small. I mean one time she was even smaller than she is now. Here I will show you, here is when I first saw her...and I said hello. She needed someone to help her stay warm and stuff so I said okay, because she was small and all small things need to be taken care of,

There was 3 puppies...but RC was always my most favorite. She looked like Susie...Susie was gone when RC came...I don't know where, but it made me sad and worried. RC looked like Susie and that helped me feel like Susie wasn't gone. Pretty soon RC got a little bigger..but she was still small. She learned new stuff like how to walk and bark and bite me,

I taught her some things she needed to know, like how big dogs drank from bowls and not from those dangly things that hang offa Momma dogs. She still grabbed mine sometimes but I didn't mind...

Sometime tho she grabbed my tail and I DO...mind that. IT HURTS!

RC kept growing...puppies do that you know...and then the other two puppies went away to other people...but my human said that RC was going to stay to be my puppy for always and that made me very happy, because I always wanted my own puppy!

We're going to always be together...and she will always be smaller than me, too. But that is okay because small things need to be taken care of, and that is what I do...best!

The story of the "Hairy Godmother", part 1

Cleo's nickname is the Hairy Godmother. Some may not know the backstory of how that came to be so I thought I'd post a bit about it...

Cleo came to us at about 4 mos old give or take. She was a silly floppity puppy as they tend to be...but there was also this "serious" side to her nature that would show itself now and again. Kind of a foreshadowing if you will...you could look into her puppy face and see, she was much older and wiser "inside":




Almost from the start you could see she was very drawn to my children, and always wanted to be with them, touching them or at least...watching them.







Being that she lives with Beagles that were show dogs and that I bred them from time to time to continue my line...eventually, puppies came to our home. Cleo was just about, one year old that first time.






Laverne & Shirley as the two girls were known...were born without knowing they'd have TWO great "mothers" in their early life!


Almost from the outset, Cleo's interest brodered on obsession. She knew there were puppies in the house but was not allowed near them...right at first. She would get the most interesting look on her face when she got near the room they lived in with their dam, Nonnie.


The day came when I really wondered what exactly this large, leggy, uncoordinated yearling might want with something as boring as a new puppy? So I decided, under controlled circumstances...to let them "meet".


This puppy is a bit less than 2 weeks old...I think you can see, Cleo was utterly fascinated and well, "twitterpated"







I thought it might be novelty, or a passing fascination...but she really, truly...wanted these puppies always, in her care...she would nose them tenderly, shuffle them over to her non existant milk bar, even cleaned their bottoms...


She went doe-eyed at the mere sight of one, and was the gentlest I have ever known her to be. No mean feat for a dog so much larger than they were.











They split time with their Mother and Cleo...the bond growing tighter every passing day. Cleo seemed honestly entertained by their antics and proud of their milestones. Eventually Nonnie began to be less interested in them...as is Nature's way...they were weaned onto solid foods and began spending time with people and the rest of the pack, Mom included. But their favorite place in the whole house...was near their Hairy Godmother, Cleo.















Puppies can only stand to be good, for so long...eventually their naughty side takes over. But Cleo loved that too. Her gentle discipline never crossed the line and she took so much from them that I began to wonder if she had any pride, to speak of lol. But simply put, it was more important that the pups be happy, than that the pups...be good...



Thus ends part 1, I will continue the story soon!

The Turning of Cleo.

Vampires are ALL the rage right now, aren't they? I thought I would share the story of Cleo's encounters with "the undead"...if I may? Read on! =========================================


My name is Cleo, and I used to be an ordinary dog...until...one day,



I saw this puppy...it looked sweet, innocent as only a puppy can be. It looked lost...so I approached and tried to help it,






Before I knew what was happening...it HAD me...some kind of mind control...it was so hard...to resist the compulsion!




Helpless to resist I lay down and prepared myself to be....fed upon!




The stinging kiss....the feed...it was...HORRIBLE!





AHHHH! see how the beast reveled in my utter distress? See it's gleefulness in my plight, the dripping fangs.





I did not remember what happened after that...and I thought myself safe from further attacks...I felt myself again...for a little while.


But the day came, when I was feeling a strange new feralness in my character...quite unusual for my typically mild mannered self, I would sometimes feel myself a wild thing, with wild urges...





Could it be, again? I was a victim of some supernatural being? A mere pawn in some game fueled by blood and powers I did not fathom??



No...NO....I am...BESET AGAIN BY DAEMONIC FORCES!!









Now...Now I see the meaning of this...they meant to turn me all along...this nest of vipers!! I am Cleo, NO MORE...



NOW I AM...VAMPYRE!!


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teehee...scary wasn't it? But don't worry...it's just a story. Cleo often has a flair for drama...it's part of what makes her such a great model! Below is the cast of this Gothic wonder:

Cleo: Herself
1st Vampyre Pup: Shirley
2nd Vampyre Pup: RC