The time frame was just before WWII. There were two vets Siegfried Farnon and the main character Dr. James Herriot. The older vet had a brother, Tristan, who eventually became a vet also. But, one of my favorite characters was this extremely rich woman, Mrs. Pumphrey, who called Dr Herriot, Uncle Herriot, to her dog-Tricky Woo. The dog was a hand fed, overweight, creature with a poor digestive system, and could not exercise because of the weight problem. He mostly sat on a cushion beside Mrs. Pumphrey.
That dog was probably the most spoiled animal in the history known to mankind. I hate to say that Wiener is second to any other animal, but she is second ONLY to that little fluffball.
Wiener sleeps on her own pillow, or one of mine, whichever she prefers; in my queen-sized bed which isn't big enough sometimes according to her. She eats organic food, which helps to keep her stomach from being upset; not to mention prime rib, chicken and other "carnivorous type" items that are left over from my dinner. (We've stopped the bagels and cream cheese - too many calories. We're dieting.) She does "circles" when she needs to go out. After climbing up on the couch, she flops down on her back, with her legs up in the air, and demands constant "belly rubs" along with many back scratches and nose rubs. (I have no idea what she did when I was working. It must have really been rough on her.)
As a saying from an old cartoon says, "He's Crabby Appleton - rotten to the core." She's not usually crabby, but definitely pushy and even more so "rotten to the core."
Yes. In the dictionary beside the word 'spoiled' is a picture of Wiener, but she also serves a function in this family. She is by my side most of the day; keeps me company and empathizes with me when I don't feel well. My type of friend. It's kind of neat having someone who really understands me. I am so misunderstood, and obviously very well trained.
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