Charmed, I’m Sure
Daddy hasn’t been home for a long time. She’s daddy’s little girl-dog. How could he leave her? She’s his Princess. She doesn’t like being here with mom and the kid. They’re weak; they have no control over her. Their dirty laundry is used as her chew toys. Princess deliberately runs wild in the house, tears up newspapers, knocks over plants and spills her water bowl. When she’s not impersonating a destructive tornado, she stares out the front bay window in wait for him to come home for her. They had played ball together, he took her on car rides to the park and rubbed her belly every night. Yes, she had had daddy wrapped around her little paw.
Princess sees him, tail wagging, banging against the wall. No, it’s not dad, it’s another man. Her momma’s been busy. The man is coming in the house. Princess instinctively acts shy, they like that.
This new man puts a leash on her. They go for a walk, just the two of them. He smells nice. Princess does what any red-blooded female canine bitch would do; she gets his attention and bats her big grey eyes. Gazing up at him with obvious genuine devotion, her look captures the heart of this man. He grabs her up and nuzzles her face. She has charmed him in that split second. Now she’s his Princess.
I wonder if she gives lessons.