It’s Time I Admit It. My Dog’s Cuter Than Me.

There, I said it… The words are out there in the universe and I can sit back and breathe in the humility. Have I not formally introduced you to Jernee, my 7-year-old long-haired Chihuahua and Yorkshire Terrier mixed breed dog? I know I’ve been ranting and raving on about her lately and the shenanigans she so effortlessly weaves herself through, but I’ve not formally introduced her to you. So, let’s do that. Let’s get the formalities out of the way so that you may become better acquainted with the wee one stealing all of my shine.

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Jernee Timid Loadholt

Jernee Timid Loadholt, born on April 06, 2008 in Wilmington, NC. She is the runt of a litter of 3. As small as she is, she has a bark that is definitely louder than most medium sized dogs; she gives the pizza delivery guy quite a fright each time he lovingly drops off delicious vittles for her human. She likes quiet mostly but isn’t opposed to a small amount of noise. Those globes for eyes you see in the picture above are what stops folks in their tracks when I’m out walking her. They’re pleasant and always have a huge smile on their face when they notice her. Re-read that will you? WHEN THEY NOTICE HER (not me). It takes seconds. I can be anywhere in our lovely city walking her, getting copious amounts of exercise, trying to get right for the summer (PSSH, NOT), and it never fails…

“Aww. Is this your dog?”

Nope, just walking someone else’s dog for the heck of it. I’ve got nothing better to do.

“Yes, she is.”

“She is adorable. Just look at her. Look at those eyes. How old is she?”

You can probably guess where all of that leads, right? I’m usually cornered, answering 21 questions instead of walking. And Jernee stands in appreciation and drinks it all in. She is no stranger to followers. She has a ton of them, however, she can take them and leave them if the attention given isn’t to her liking. Yeah, she’s cocky too.

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Jernee, giving me all sorts of begging eyes.

She’s spoiled rotten. I’ll admit. I had a bit of a hand in this, but not much. I am the eldest of seven and was the only girl for nineteen years, so as soon as Jernee became a part of my little family, my family latched on as well, my friends too. I can make a quick call to my Mom, you know, just to check on her, and this is how the conversation will usually go:

“Hey, Mom. How are you? How’s your day going so far?”

“Oh baby, it’s fine. How’s Jernee?”

*PUMP THE BRAKES* Am I not the one making the call? Am I not the one concerned, calling to check on my Mom, trying to shower her with love? What’s this, “How’s Jernee?” business three seconds into the call? It’s not just her, there is a host of others who have moved Jernee into the forefront of things and placed me on the back burner. I am second best. I never wanted to admit it. I saw it coming years ago, it was staring me in the face, but I refused to see it. *Sighs* Today, it cannot be denied. My dog is cuter than me. I cannot blame them, though. I can see the appeal. *Kicks Rocks* I mean, I understand the connection, why they’re so drawn to her, why she gets all the hollas. I ain’t mad at her and I won’t throw any salt in her game. I am just… realizing that things are different with her and well, that isn’t so bad.

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Did I mention, she ‘s a part-time model too?

Author’s note: Jernee is a flirt. She fishes for compliments. She knows how to “use what she got to get what she wants.” I’m just her human, along for the ride.

I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •

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