This is Snip, who has come to live with Annabelle’s friends Jan and Alain. He’s black, he’s beautiful, and most of all, he’s MINE.
Snip and I hit it off as soon as we met. There was no vacillating between me and Pearl – right from the start, he only had eyes for me.
Pearl says she’s not bothered. She says Snip is only a Lurcher (cheek!), his head is too big (he’s a Staffie Lurcher), and I’m welcome to him. I’ll admit I’ve had trouble with Staffies in the past, but Snip is the softest, gentlest, most loving boy you could hope to meet. He would no more bite me than chew off his own tail, and I would trust him with my life.
Pearl takes great pleasure in pointing out that Snip is a puppy, while I’m a geriatric. Apart from being deeply insulting, this comment is totally irrelevant. Yes, there’s an age gap, but it doesn’t affect our relationship because we’re completely in tune. I can still run fast enough to enjoy zoomies with him, and he’s mature enough to take over from me on lookout duty when I get tired.
Pearl’s snarky attitude only goes to show that she is bothered – well bothered. For the first time ever, she’s not the main attraction around here.