Category: Toodles

Jun 16, 2014
By Michael Rupured

Priorities

My father taught me anything worth doing is worth doing well. Of course, he never actually used those words. Instead, he’d berate me for being half-assed. Thanks to this early training (or an undiagnosed personality disorder), I don’t do things by halves. Nope. Not me. I’m whole ass or not at all. Insecurity nourishes my obsessive tendencies. To compensate for feeling like I’m not up to the task, I play to win and am always looking for ways to improve my game. This competitive nature, on occasion, makes me come across as a bit of a jerk. Time and success have softened hard edges, but insecurity still drives me to overachieve. Life can be overwhelming. There’s always so damn much to do, and change is constant. With …

Dec 02, 2013
By Michael Rupured

Me and My Gal

We got puppies twice when I was growing up. Poochy came from the pound, known today as an animal shelter. Amelia came to us after a neighbor’s dog got knocked up. Neither dog lasted more than six months. No, they didn’t die. Things just didn’t work out. When I moved out on my own, I got a cat — mostly because of the litter box. Letting the dog out from my third floor apartment wasn’t  an attractive option, and I didn’t want to add walking the dog to an already rushed morning routine. I outlived five cats before throwing in the towel, and for several years, enjoyed a pet-free existence. But my ex had always had dogs, and eventually, he talked …

Mar 13, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Made for Each Other

I’m the first to admit our relationship is a little unusual. People who’ve spent any time at all with us notice and comment on our strong attraction to each other. Yeah, it’s that obvious. We can’t help it. We were made for each other. In fact, I wonder if either of us could survive for long without the other. People who see us together have even said as much. Spend just a few minutes with us and it’s obvious we love each other. We’re always giving each other adoring looks, reassuring touches, and affection. When we’re apart, our longing for each other is apparent to the people around us. I’m talking, of course, about me and Toodles–my five pound, long-haired …

Oct 26, 2011
By Michael Rupured

My Chihuahuas

About this time three years ago, my partner finally convinced me that we needed a dog. Having had cats and tropical fish for most of the previous three decades, I was enjoying a pet-free existence. Having always had a dog, my partner felt differently. After five years of him begging to get a puppy, being the sweet man you all know me to be, I finally relented. The only dog he’d ever heard me speak highly of was Fuzzy, a black, long-haired Chihuahua my godmother had when I was growing up. Fuzzy was the cutest little dog I’d ever seen. He died young, somehow the result of having knocked up a Labrador Retriever. My godmother kept his progeny, Simmy (an …

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