Gloria - A Mischievious Catahoula

Hello, my name is Gloria and I’m a dog, a very special breed. I’m a Catahoula. I’m bad. I don’t mean real bad. I’m not mean or anything like that. It’s just that, well, sometimes I don’t listen to my master and he yells at me. Sometimes I do deserve it, but sometimes I don’t think so. I know that he doesn’t like me to tease that silly grouch of a Beagle, Charlie, but she’s a real pain in the.......No personality, doesn’t like to play. All she does is like to eat tissues. She goes from room to room, emptying the waste baskets, and eating all the Kleenex. She’s on a tissue kick, that silly dog.

But the other dogs and cats are okay. That 17 year old pussy cat, Cinderella is okay. We get along real fine. We kinda lie down together and have nice conversations. At least I think we are. Of course I don’t understand cat talk, and I’m sure that she doesn’t understand dog talk, but we seem to understand each other. She’s the only cat that I know that has a special place at the dinner table. My master places a napkin in front of her and she sits on her chair with her paws touching the table, just like a real person, and eats the food that’s placed in front of her.

I kinda miss the old boxer Colly. She’s not with us anymore. I know what happened, but I’m keeping my mouth shut. Pogo is always asking me if I know where she went, and of course I can’t tell her. She would be devastated. She and Colly was inseparable, just as I am with her. I know that she misses Colly, and I try to ease her loneliness, but I guess I just can’t take the place of Colly.

I’m kinda jealous of Bear and Lizzy. I shouldn’t be I know, but when the master brings them into the house every now and then just to get reacquainted, they go over to the master and want to be petted. And would you believe it, Bear, all 100 pounds of him tries to get on his lap. Why I cant even do that myself, and I weigh a lot less than that fatty. I can’t stand it when Bear looks at him with those whimsical eyes. I just feel like going over to him and tearing him apart. But I know better than that. He’s liable to tear me apart.

I love my owner. He’s real good to me. I like to lie on the couch with him, and be petted and I try to talk to him, sort of a low growl tone, and I’m sure that he understands what I’m saying if you know what I mean. But I know that I’m a bad girl. I’m always stealing things, like toys and bones away from the rest of the dogs. I guess it’s in my nature. I can’t help it if I’m smarter than they are. But you have to give me credit. I’m a natural healer. After all, I did cure Colly’s infected eyes, and helped heal Ally’s wounds. And I can really tell when any of the animals have a problem, and when they do, I go over and try to help them. I know that they are jealous of me, but they never argue when I go over and lick their wounds and try to help them in some way. I think that I am a very, very smart Catahoula.

I know that there is a lot of controversy of where I came from, but I now think that my master knows, but he wont talk about it or tell anyone . I know where I came from. I know that it was a big surprise when I first showed up, and for a long time people thought I came from some unknown kennel in the sky, a gift from the Heavenly Puppy Kingdom, but I know better than that and I’m sure that my master knows this too. So that’s about all I have to say today. Maybe, I’ll tell you more about myself and of the other animals and people here later. That’s if you want me to. So for now, bye, be good to your Mommy and Daddy, and listen to them all the time.

Love,
Gloria

To be continued

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