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Topic: Grrr! (01/28/10)
TITLE: TEENSIE THE GRRREAT!
By Rebecca O'Connor
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I kept an eye on Teensie. She could never seem to find the place where dinner was being served. With a gentle hand I would put her in place, and Lil would relax for a bit. It took a while for Teensie to fill out some, as the rest of her siblings were quite hearty and full of vinegar. She was forever being knocked over by one of the other rascal pups, but she had finally discovered where to get her next meal!
You could forever hear her little cries, which either meant she wanted food or Bosko, the bruiser of the pack, was gnawing her again. Teensie, it seemed, was the ragdoll for all to practice their dominant skills. I was forever saving her from distresses with a gentle hand separating her from trouble.
One night I raced to her whimper only to find her quite safe and unharmed with the other pups fast asleep. Curious I thought. Why had she whimpered? “Please tell me this was not a symptom of something far worse than a nip from Bosko,” I silently prayed as I took her up. She snuggled right in the palm of my warm hand as if this was what she had intended all along. I held Teensie for a while just looking at her tucked securely within my care, while my fingertip played over the top of her forehead. She was so tiny and soft. From that moment on I regarded her as a most precious little dear.
Now the truth is, I loved all the pups with their unique personalities, but none of them called on me or seemed to love me back as much as Teensie. She had my favor, and she knew it too. Even though she remained smaller than the rest, she began to hold her own even with “Bosko the Bruiser”!
One by one the day came when the last of the pups found new homes, that is, except Teensie. She was quite happy to stay with us. She was my constant companion and took walks with me in the garden alone. She seemed to have great joy just to tarry there. We shared a communication all our own.
It was that usual time of evening when Teensie had her “last call for the night” before bed. I attached her leash and down the road we walked. It was a routine path, but tonight a shadow loomed. I had not seen it until we were upon it. There stood a massive German shepherd. Teensie, forgetting her size, lunged forward as if in attack mode. She was relentless in her aggression toward this giant. I held tightly on the leash although her small weight was not as much force as her demeanor. The shepherd ran for his life with his tail between his legs.
I was amazed at my little runt of a peanut…TEENSIE THE GRRREAT! She was courageous! Then realization hit me. It was not in her size that she seemed unaware, but that she had come to know the size of the master’s hand!
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