"Fluffy" was a birthday present and arrived at my mom's home in a pretty box with a big bow. We brought her there in the car and then put her in the box just before we went to Mom's door. The box had an opening for air, and Fluffy sat inside quietly. She didn't wiggle, nor did she bark.
Fluffy was a small, white miniature poodle. Mom had seen her at a friend's house and fell in love with her but didn't have the money to buy her. So when Mom opened her present she was totally surprised to see her new pet. The two of them became "instant" best friends! And "Fluffy" was exactly the right name for this little dog... she was a real "fluff ball".
As Mom puttered around the house Fluffy would watch her every movement. She was like a little shadow, and she wanted to be in the middle of everything Mom did. In the evenings Mom would sit and crochet, and Fluffy would snuggle right up next to her.
At bedtime Fluffy would get a little miffed, however, because she could not sleep on Mom's bed. Mom really didn't want the dog in bed with her. Even so, Fluffy would always beg to get on the bed anyway. So finally one night Mom reluctantly gave in and let her sleep on the foot end of the bed. Fluffy wanted to be near her, and the warmth of the electric blanket really appealed to her.
One day I was at Mom's house, and Mom went into the bedroom to change the sheets on her bed. A few minutes later I heard her exclaim loudly, "That does it!!!" I couldn't imagine what she was upset about, so I went into the bedroom to see... just in time to hear her say, "I just found a milkbone under my pillow!" I burst out laughing, and then she did too. It seems that little by little Fluffy had been moving up toward the head end of the bed.
Fluffy was full of cute little antics and had lots of personality. Mom had many hours of enjoyment with her... this little four-legged birthday present.
© 2007 Arlene Schwartzkopf