ode to millie OR silly millie OR a relationship needlessly hilly: millie

So my family got a dog a little over a year ago and it is named Millie. It is a female Teddy Bear and I've never encountered a dog who was more of a bitch in the truest sense of the word.

I say that because it likes everyone in the family except me, and even past the family it is generally a jerk. I've never met a dog like it, one that lives in perpetual xenophobia and won't let anyone pet it. The way I describe it to people is as "a dog bred to sit in a rich bitch's lap."

I would like to think that is a fair description, but I might have had a hand in its disposition. When the family got it I was not pleased. I'm allergic to most animals and emotionally ambivalent to their existence unless they're being raised to feed me. So after we got it and it became established that it lived in fear of me, I actively played a demon in its life. I would chase it and try to catch it, I would take advantage of it being on a leash to force it to let me hold it, I would make noises at it and generally behave in bizarre ways toward it, and I would stare at it and show it my teeth. I didn't give it a fair go really, but now I'm trying to rehabilitate my image and our relationship.

My former fantasies focused and fixated on feeding my foe a fatal fig, but lately looking at the lady lead me to longing for love. (Also, accept an alliterative apology.)

So I've been trying to be less scary, even if the picture above was a forced pose. I think it is starting to warm up to me, it doesn't run into the other room every time I flinch anymore. Haha, once it is stupid enough to let me pet it I'm gonna catch it and eat it.