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By Carol Perkins

Bella and Honey belong to my hairdresser, and every week I can't wait to play with them.

Bella, the smaller of the two dogs, and the older, is not one to play readily. She dominates her space and decides when and if she is going to jump on my feet as I sit in the styling chair, or merely barks while I'm having my hair shampooed.

Her most dramatic barking is directed toward the squirrels running across the driveway as she imagines breaking through the glass door to attack one of them. She isn't much larger than the biggest of the squirrels but doesn't seem to know it.

Honey is the younger of the two, at only five or six months, and the most accessible, jumping in my lap as soon as I sit down and climbing around my neck the way my Maltese once did. She is a little larger than a Maltese is, and has much longer white and golden hair. When Honey arrived, Bella pouted for a little while until she established dominance over Honey.

Watching them interact is a treat.

One day Bella was playing with a rubber ring and each way she swung the toy, Honey tried to get it out of her mouth. Belle growled ferociously, so Honey backed off but kept a keen eye on Bella, not moving more than a few inches from Bella's performance with her rubber ring, tempting Honey. After a few attempts to snatch it from Bella's mouth, Honey sat, waited, and watched. When Honey stopped trying to take it, Bella dropped it in front of her and ran away. The fun was over.

Honey, like a child waiting for an older sister to hand over the gaming remote, grabbed the toy and ran a victory lap through the shop, swinging it from side to side. In a few minutes, Honey was also finished with the toy. The thrill and temptation ended when Bella wasn't there to react. My hairdresser could barely fix my hair for my head twisting from one side to the other, watching his dogs at play.

Bella and Honey made me miss my dog, but both Guy and my radio show co-host and good friend Susan won't let me have another one. Any time I mention stopping at the animal shelter, Susan says, "No, No, No, don't you dare. You don't need a dog." Guy reminds me of who took care of Fluffy.

I miss Fluffy sitting on top of the chair with his paw on my head and sleeping at the foot of the bed. He wasn't too affectionate, but his presence was comforting. I may be like Honey. I want what I want but then when I get it, I wondered why I wanted it in the first place.

Bella and Honey will give me my doggie fix for the week, and if my hairdresser ever needs to board one of them, he has my number. However, dogs (all pets) help us seniors live longer. So there, Guy and Susan!

Listen to Carol's podcast at for entertaining stories and a replay of Susan and Carol-Unscripted on 99.1 the Hoss in Edmonton.

This story was posted on 2019-03-28 04:25:54
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