Tag Archives: Cubbie the wonder dog
It’s official. I have transferred my motherly tendencies to the dog. No toddlers to make me giggle? Just treat Cubbie like a child. Downside is that she became a needy mama’s girl while we were there. It was almost as bad as having a little kid with us.
Here, Cubbie gets babytalked by 3 people named Elizabeth.
This one’s for Cubbie’s other mothers. Found it while deleting videos from my camera today. (You can also catch a Cubbie cameo in the school bus video below.)
Tom films Cubbie:
I have counted with all of you the many ways. But it still surprises me how much someone who went 45 years being “not a dog person” can love our puppycat.
Here, finally, with apologies to Cubbie’s other mother, are (way too many) pics. Sorry for the wait — and thanks again for letting Cubbie live here with us.
So Tom wins this *ugly*ass bear at the fair. (I mean, the thing looks like somebody plastered Pepe Le Pew with dollar bills. Tell me — why would anyone manufacture a shiny flocked fabric with money all over it? And then make it into a bear?) Anyway, Tom somehow picked up on the fact that I was repulsed by the thing and started tormenting me by putting it in places I wouldn’t expect it: my chair, the bed . . .
Cubbie the Wonder Dog to the rescue! Cubbie had shown an unnatural curiosity about the thing from the moment it came into the house and soon exercised her canine instincts to protect me from it. Over the past week, it didn’t matter where we put the thing — she found it, dragged it around and pulled the stuffing out of it again. Good girl!