There’s a new visitor at our house: Mattie, the YorkiePoo. He comes with Cynthia, our second caregiver, dressed in his latest outfit or sometimes just in his “jammies.” He rides in his own little car seat then comes into the house in his soft side portable carrier. Mattie’s a show all his own — cute, funny, extremely spoiled — a little piece of lovable entertainment every time he visits, which is every time Cynthia cares for Boris. So he’s here at least 2 days a week.
Mattie weighs 6 pounds; my Emma weighs 71. Emma’s bed takes up a huge space the size of a rowboat at the end of the family room; Mattie’s bed is the size of a frying pan. He also has his own soft-side playpen sitting by the fireplace, plus his own plush blanket.
Mattie has toys of every kind, all new and tidy; Emma has a basket of ragtag stuffed animals that no longer have stuffing or shape. I said to her the other day, “It’s a darned shame that you live like an orphan. No decent toys.” The difference is, of course, that Emma gets a new toy and in 15 minutes it’s in shreds. Then she chews on the shreds. Mattie also has various collars and leashes to match his outfits, a rain jacket and a hoodie. Emma has one collar, one leash, and a thunder shirt that she refuses to wear.
Mattie comes in the door and Emma heads for her spot on the sofa, announcing that she has the most important place here. Mattie’s goal all day long is to get to her, to sniff her, clean her eyes, and in general bug her. Emma will sit and let him circle around her for a while, then she gives that low growl that she would have given to her own puppies — a warning to “back off, I’m tired of this.” I actually think she likes him though because sometimes she goes to Mattie and just sits watching him. I think she’s curious … and dismayed.
Mattie’s favorite spot is in Cynthia’s arm. She picks him up, cuddles him and he falls asleep, his little head nodding. If Cynthia leaves the room, Mattie cries and barks until she returns. Emma watches this with one eye open, and I wonder what she’s thinking. Something like, ” Is this noisy little guy really a dog?”