Doe eyed liberated lady of the night

As she sauntered in through the doorway, I viewed her with some trepidation. Her adopted mother had described her as a liberated lady of the night. I was not too sure how I felt about ladies who wandered univited into peoples homes past 11 at night. But there was littel I could do. She made it clear that she was here to stay. My husband's and sons' smitten behaviour only made me more uneasy.

I watched as she came up to the dining room and plonked right there as if she belonged.Our dogs Blizzard and Phoenix were delighted at this new feminine entry into their lives and greeted her with all the enthusiasm that testosterone filled alpha teenagers reserve for girls who are special.Given the reactions of the five males in our home, I was clearly outnumbered.

Soon she was in and out of our house-much like a family member. Often she spent the night. Her mother said she has a rocking night life-and keeps late hours-often reaching home only by midnight. Blizzard began to get a little less enthusiastic when he realised that what he saw as his right to our love and hugs was being shared with her. Often we would see her wandering off dolefully. Soon we realized that Blizzard had something to do with this -he was obviously using some impolite dog language to convey his thoughts.

Blackie- An adorable blend of deer and dog, and all doe eyed-yes, she is quite the liberated lady .She has put Blizzard and Phoenix firmly in their places, sleeps on their beds and eats their Pedigree with laconic nonchalance. She's got my husband twisted around her little tail. She lives life on her terms and follows a timeline thats all her own. More power to you, girl!