THE TALES OF LILLY

I'll Tell You What I Want...

by Karen Lee Turner

Am I a bad mum? Read this tale, and then make up your mind

At the beginning of the month I was invited to a friend's birthday party, so off I toddled leaving Lilly at home with her favourite person in the whole world, her Dad.

I arrived at the venue, and even before I'd set foot in the place my friend greeted me with

"Do you want a puppy?"

"Err, not really I already have a dog."

"Well you'll want one in a minute, we have wolf puppies."

I had a very confused look on my face, until I went inside, and in a small ring set up on the side of the dance floor were 4 passed out Lupine puppies, and another 5 being cuddled and played with by guests. The reason - one of her friends couldn't come because of having no one to look after the puppies, so my friend just told her to bring them with her, so as a result we got an Adult Puppy Party. This needs to be a thing!

I could not resist the chance to get my hands on one, and OMG they were fluffy. The one I got my hands on was a gorgeous bundle of flooooof called Tater-tot, but Tater-tot had other things on his mind, he just wanted to be off and meet all the other weird strangers that were within eyesight....oh so wiggly.

After quite a bit of puppy wrangling I handed the little wiggle butt back, and joined other pals at a table, but I had to be facing the play pen to watch their antics.

Every now and then I interrupted conversations with exclamations of "Look that one's learned how to climb and is doing its own version of an escape room." and "Oh the white one is trying to catch its own tail, and has just fallen over it's own legs", but my favourite moment was when one of the white ones decided to show us all how good he/she was at doing a baby wolf howl. Oh....so....cute!

After a while she took them home, and the party continued, and my mind forgot about teeny wolves.

Forward four or so hours later, and I walked into my house. Initially Lilly didn't come to greet me - she was passed out on the back bed, but as I went up stairs I heard the familiar thud of sleepy dog jumping off the bed and heading to me.

A slight voice came from our bedroom indicating Damian was still awake so I headed in with Lilly closely in tow. As I sat on the bed to take off my shoes it began...... the sniffing, sniffing, and more sniffing.

My arms, boobs and crotch were all being investigated with olfactory obsessiveness. Basically anywhere that had contact with the puppy was a smorgasbord of smells.

I think Lilly was totally overwhelmed with the scent of not only the one puppy, but because they were all together in the same pen, she was getting blasted by all nine of the little whiffy wolves all in one go. I had been cheating on her with PUPPIES, and she knew.

She knows!

I had Been Unfaithful, and I felt So Guilty.

I whipped off my clothes and launched the top into the laundry basket, and hung up my trousers, and proceeded to give her some big cuddles, face kisses and a proper good belly rub, and then she headed back to the back bed to continue dreaming of catching squirrels.

No more was thought about it until the following morning when she walked into the bedroom, and instead of coming for a cuddle she swerved towards the coat stand that my trousers were hung on and restarted the sniffing game.

Sometimes I wish we had a better sense of smell as those puppies must've smelled amazing.

No matter how adorable they were, and they were sooooo adorable, I didn't end up sneaking one into my handbag, though I was tempted.

So next time I hear the Spice Girls ask THAT question I can honestly say that I know what I want, what I really, really want - a puppy party!!!