That Little Shit

I had a brother named John, who sadly, passed away quite a few years ago. Anyway, he used a term rather frequently; which is often enough that it has remained in my lexicon all these many years. John would call various creatures and even humans “that little shit” with varying degrees of disdain, amusement, and even affection.  This included everyone and anyone, anyone younger than he, family pets, it could be a long list.

my 6 pound tiny dog

The point of this is that I think of John every time I call my tiny dog “little shit” – usually with a combination of affection, amusement and frustration.  

I always think, too, of those who would find this repugnant, and laugh at them, because they are not aware that I even had a brother John.  And I think that John would laugh at them too. Lighten up!, and have a little sense of amusement.

It has to do with how we were raised, or rather who had a hand in raising us.  Even though we were from totally different generations, and what parts of that person became ingrained in our unique personalities.

Anyway, I think of my brother John, frequently with a certain fondness, for he was always kind to me.  I wish I could have a conversation with him.  There was never time.  Thankfully I did have some wonderfully honest conversations with his wife, another person who was always kind to me.

a song about a dog

She is a little shit! She's mischevious, and trouble. She's little, and she knows she's adorable, and she will look you right in the eye and let you know that she knows exactly how adorable she is.  That little shit!💗

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