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April 09, 2005

Cuddle hound

I can remember my father in his most affectionate moments,
a most child-like, most relaxed and unaffected state-
cooing to our adoring family pet, Charlie. A goofy black poodle.

As our ridiculous dog would sit contentedly at my dad's feet
his toungue lolling out of his mouth with the unadulterated glee,
my dad would scratch his chest and talk to him (in that voice you use when you're talking to the dog).

So often, so often during this one-sided conversation with our dog (who could only grin back in adoration), my father referred to Charlie as a "cuddle hound."

While I had never heard the term before, I could only assume that poor Charlie was the epitome of such a thing ...willing to sacrifice anything for the security and confort of the mundane. Trotting blissfully around the kitchen after the the possibility of a kind look or a table scrap. Or just a cuddle. Just an innocent, safe, honest moment that isn't scary in any way at all.

Charlie was a weird dog, admittedly - but one thing he loved a lot was cuddles, or pets, or loves, or attention, or whatever you call it when talking about your animals.
He was a fool for it. A damned poodle fool.
A whore for the cuddles, he was.

It occured to me today, through a random and off-the-cuff remark of mine, that this is a trait Charlie and I might have in common. I don't really know what to do with relationships, or dating, or people that I care about, or anything logical and grown-up.
Maybe what I need is someone who's nice to me, who cuddles me and scratches behind my ears and gives me a soft bed to sleep on. Maybe if I had that I wouldn't mind fetching slippers. Maybe I'd be grateful to do it.

Posted by kati at April 9, 2005 01:40 AM

Comments

I'm a cuddle hound. I don't fetch slippers, but I do trot around after my attention-giver waiting for my cuddling moment to arrive.

Posted by: Dianna at April 9, 2005 11:34 AM

I feel for you - I too am a whore for cuddles and often feel like a foolish puppy. As your honorary girlfriend, you can always come to me for cuddles, and I won't even make you fetch my slippers... although God knows I need someone to find them for me because I'm always losing them. So, on second thought... Eliza, where the devil are my slippers!

Posted by: Kristina at April 9, 2005 12:13 PM