I got trashed today, by a tiny creature not much bigger than a gerbil.
The newest dogs on the block are all small.
Lily is a Shih Tsu,
Cinders a miniature Jack Russell,
and Winnie is a cavapoo.
Hubby and I were going for a walk this afternoon and some of our neighbours a few houses down were chatting in the garden. We said hello and a little head popped up out of the stroller.
Poppy is a longhaired chihuahua of some 14 weeks now, and much smaller than Maggie was at 7 weeks. How could I not go over for a fuss?
I was invited to pick her up, and little needle teeth were trying to nip my ears. She is so gorgeous and playful. Hubby jokingly asked where I’d like the lead cut so that she could come home with us. We don’t want another dog but it’s nice to fuss and get trashed.
All pictures from the internet.
As we continued on our walk, we met up with some friends who have two much older dogs, but they too are small and were demanding fuss today. I got trashed again, and it felt good.
We always told Maggie we loved her best, but she was used to me fussing other dogs. Sometimes she might take umbrage and do The Elvis, other times she’d tolerate inquisitive noses and bouncy bodies, but we always made a fuss of her afterwards, and she seemed content with that. She was actually the first adult dog Poppy was introduced to.