One of the things I was worried about when we brought Kuster home was how Morgan would handle him. I am happy to say that she’s exceeded our expectations by far. She’s been a wonderful puppy nanny. Kuster seemed to take to her right away, too.
Sunday afternoon, Morgan was laying on the floor next to Mr. Taleteller’s chair, being the ever-attentive Shepherd. If the puppy squeaked, she investigated. If Mr. Taleteller got up, she followed. Nothing was getting past her. She’d had a busy morning of supervising, and she’d just laid down to relax. That’s when Kuster decided to see if the milk bar was open. Morgan leaped up, looking shocked and confused. Mr. Taleteller laughed so hard that he nearly fell out of his chair. Seriously, I thought I might have to get him some Depends.
In an attempt to maintain some dignity, Morgan walked away and pretended that nothing was wrong, although she did cast suspicious looks at Kuster anytime he wandered over her way for the rest of the evening. I give her a lot of credit for not hurting him or correcting him harshly. Part of it might have been the shock of the entire situation, but she’s been very good with him all week, so I think a lot of it was that she does have a rather gentle nature.
Imagine my amusement Thursday night when Mr. Taleteller was playing in the floor with his fuzzy little shark. He’d gotten after Morgan because when he starts playing with Kuster, she is constantly in the midst of it, stealing Kuster’s toys and trying to get more of my husband’s attention. She can get a little overbearing during playtime, and usually this results in a brief time out in the crate. Thursday night, the play session had been going for a while, and Mr. Taleteller was getting tired. Kuster was not.
One of Kuster’s favorite moves is to give you a heart-melting and adoring gaze as he begs you to pick him up. When you succumb to this cuteness, he will then try to play bitey face with you, usually leaving you with a pierced lip. However, he’s always adding to his repertoire. Thursday night, he had a stroke of genius and decided that if Mr. Taleteller wouldn’t pick him up or keep playing, then he’d just try something special. Mr. Taleteller ha drifted off a little after a rousing play session before Kuster made his move.
The scream that erupted out of my husband’s mouth is something that defies description. Wild animals don’t even make that kind of noise when being attacked by a lion. I think I saw tears escape his eyes, but I was laughing so hard that my own vision became blurry. To be honest, I probably would have fallen off the couch in my fit of hysteria if Bunny and Blueberry (still holding strong to the Occupy the Couch movement) weren’t wedged up against me holding me in place.
Mr. Taleteller: Oh God! Son of a nutcracker! He bit my nipple!
Me: *incoherent laughing*
Morgan: Oh gee, that’s too bad!
Kuster: I knew you weren’t sleeping! Let’s play!
Mr. Taleteller: Keep your teeth off my man teat!
Me: *still guffawing* Did you just say teat?
Mr. Taleteller: He just clamped on!
Bunny: Serves you right for bringing the little savage here.
Blueberry: You’ve totally brought it upon yourself!
Morgan: I guess it’s only funny if it’s someone else’s nipple, eh?
Kuster: Are you really going to sit there crying? Let’s play!
Friends of the internet, I am not sure how I survived the whole incident without suffocating on my own laughter. I can’t begin to tell you how funny it is to see karma come back to bite someone. One thing I know for sure is that this weekend I’ll be shopping for one of those medieval bras with armor plated cups before karma comes to get me.
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