Dear Allie,
My name is Tucker, you may remember me from Tulsa in November. To refresh your
memory I was the handsome red boy a couple of crates down from you.
The reason I am writing is to ask for some advice about Brindle Brats. My little
brother can be a real pest sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love the stinky boy but I
think we have created a monster. I went with Mom to bring him home when he was
a baby. All the way home I thought about how rough things were going to be for the
little guy what with those silly stripes he had. We walked in the door and before I
could stop her, Milly told him how ugly he was and that we didn't have room in our
house for anything but pretty dogs. She made him cry and I had to rescue him. I
decided the little guy was going to need me to protect him.
I let him follow me around and I helped him learn not to potty in his crate and the
house. I even let him sit on mom's lap once in awhile. To be honest, it was about the
only time I could get a break so I really didn't mind. Things weren't too bad. We kept
our little stinky boy at home and then one day when we were getting ready to go to a
show, I realized Mom was going to let Presley go too. I thought about staying home
but I really needed to get a ribbon that weekend as I was about to become a
Champion. To make matters worse, the lady who sent him home with us was staying
at our house that weekend. She kept saying how pretty he was. I never did find her
glasses that I was sure she must have lost. I was hoping that if he hung around me at
the dog shows that maybe people wouldn't notice how he looked and wouldn't make
fun of him. I even let him sleep with me in my crate at the show because he cried in
his own. When I realized Mom was going to insist that Presley continue to go with us
to shows, I decided I had better work with him so he didn't totally embarrass us. I did
a pretty good job too because he managed to talk some of those people with the
ribbons into giving him some. That really helped him gain some confidence.
Now to my problem. He is still fun to play with sometimes and if I hold my breath I
still can snuggle with him on cold afternoons, (I did mention that stripes stink didn't I?)
BUT... Allie, now he struts around the house and talks about how beautiful he is. He
tells me that he and his Uncle Jagger are the most handsome brindle boys in the
whole world. Actually, that isn't saying much but he seems to think so. He always
hangs around the kitchen thinking Mom will give him a treat when she cooks. And get
this--he thinks that every time Mom sits down, he gets to sit in her lap. I still make
sure I get my snuggles since Mom always has plenty of them to go around. Mom
kisses my forehead every time she walks by me so I know I am really her favorite. I
think she must still feel sorry for Presley cause I know she thinks he stinks, too. She
even calls him Poo.
How do you think I should handle this? I thought I should ask your opinion because
Milly thinks she should dig a hole under the fence and maybe throw a cookie over so
he might get out and then Mom would ground him to his crate. She said that is what
happened to her when she went under the fence. (Good grief it was only a couple of
hours but she acts like it was hard time.)
Oh and since Valentines Day is around the corner.... Would you be my Valentine? I
think you are pretty.
From Tucker in Kansas
Dear Tucker,
Oh yes, I remember you. You acted so much more mature than the other boys that
weekend. And I remember how handsome you were.
So you're saying that Presley acts just like my brother Jagger? Oh my. Does he do
things like stand in his show stack all the time just in case a girl is looking at him?
And he thinks every time the humans eat dinner, he's going to get the vegetables?
Must be that brindle gene or something. Sometimes Jagger is so busy looking at his
reflection in the window or the TV screen that he stumbles or runs into stuff. I tried
to tell him when he was a puppy that he was a big zero, but somewhere in there he
decided he was the hottest thing since dog biscuits. I don't t really know where he
got this idea. I really don't think there is anything that either of us can do about our
brindle brats--apparently it's a genetic thing. So here's an idea for us:
Whenever we're in public with them, we have to stand at least 5 feet away from them
so nobody thinks they're with us. And if they act like they live with us, we say "Do I
know you?" Anytime they head for our human's lap, we leap really high over them
and get to the lap first. Also, if company comes over, we tell them that the striped
dogs are rescue dogs that are just visiting.
By the way, I don't have a Valentine yet. I would LOVE to be your Valentine. And
pink is my favorite color.
Your Valentine (tee-hee!)
Allie Lu
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Allie Lu Brown-Thompson
Edwardsville, IL
My name is Tucker, you may remember me from Tulsa in November. To refresh your
memory I was the handsome red boy a couple of crates down from you.
The reason I am writing is to ask for some advice about Brindle Brats. My little
brother can be a real pest sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love the stinky boy but I
think we have created a monster. I went with Mom to bring him home when he was
a baby. All the way home I thought about how rough things were going to be for the
little guy what with those silly stripes he had. We walked in the door and before I
could stop her, Milly told him how ugly he was and that we didn't have room in our
house for anything but pretty dogs. She made him cry and I had to rescue him. I
decided the little guy was going to need me to protect him.
I let him follow me around and I helped him learn not to potty in his crate and the
house. I even let him sit on mom's lap once in awhile. To be honest, it was about the
only time I could get a break so I really didn't mind. Things weren't too bad. We kept
our little stinky boy at home and then one day when we were getting ready to go to a
show, I realized Mom was going to let Presley go too. I thought about staying home
but I really needed to get a ribbon that weekend as I was about to become a
Champion. To make matters worse, the lady who sent him home with us was staying
at our house that weekend. She kept saying how pretty he was. I never did find her
glasses that I was sure she must have lost. I was hoping that if he hung around me at
the dog shows that maybe people wouldn't notice how he looked and wouldn't make
fun of him. I even let him sleep with me in my crate at the show because he cried in
his own. When I realized Mom was going to insist that Presley continue to go with us
to shows, I decided I had better work with him so he didn't totally embarrass us. I did
a pretty good job too because he managed to talk some of those people with the
ribbons into giving him some. That really helped him gain some confidence.
Now to my problem. He is still fun to play with sometimes and if I hold my breath I
still can snuggle with him on cold afternoons, (I did mention that stripes stink didn't I?)
BUT... Allie, now he struts around the house and talks about how beautiful he is. He
tells me that he and his Uncle Jagger are the most handsome brindle boys in the
whole world. Actually, that isn't saying much but he seems to think so. He always
hangs around the kitchen thinking Mom will give him a treat when she cooks. And get
this--he thinks that every time Mom sits down, he gets to sit in her lap. I still make
sure I get my snuggles since Mom always has plenty of them to go around. Mom
kisses my forehead every time she walks by me so I know I am really her favorite. I
think she must still feel sorry for Presley cause I know she thinks he stinks, too. She
even calls him Poo.
How do you think I should handle this? I thought I should ask your opinion because
Milly thinks she should dig a hole under the fence and maybe throw a cookie over so
he might get out and then Mom would ground him to his crate. She said that is what
happened to her when she went under the fence. (Good grief it was only a couple of
hours but she acts like it was hard time.)
Oh and since Valentines Day is around the corner.... Would you be my Valentine? I
think you are pretty.
From Tucker in Kansas
Dear Tucker,
Oh yes, I remember you. You acted so much more mature than the other boys that
weekend. And I remember how handsome you were.
So you're saying that Presley acts just like my brother Jagger? Oh my. Does he do
things like stand in his show stack all the time just in case a girl is looking at him?
And he thinks every time the humans eat dinner, he's going to get the vegetables?
Must be that brindle gene or something. Sometimes Jagger is so busy looking at his
reflection in the window or the TV screen that he stumbles or runs into stuff. I tried
to tell him when he was a puppy that he was a big zero, but somewhere in there he
decided he was the hottest thing since dog biscuits. I don't t really know where he
got this idea. I really don't think there is anything that either of us can do about our
brindle brats--apparently it's a genetic thing. So here's an idea for us:
Whenever we're in public with them, we have to stand at least 5 feet away from them
so nobody thinks they're with us. And if they act like they live with us, we say "Do I
know you?" Anytime they head for our human's lap, we leap really high over them
and get to the lap first. Also, if company comes over, we tell them that the striped
dogs are rescue dogs that are just visiting.
By the way, I don't have a Valentine yet. I would LOVE to be your Valentine. And
pink is my favorite color.
Your Valentine (tee-hee!)
Allie Lu
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Allie Lu Brown-Thompson
Edwardsville, IL
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