I hate mornings like this one. My coffee cup is empty and the little dog won’t leave me alone. Y’all, I’m new to having small dogs (in my past life I called them drop-kick dogs). Small, yappy things, ankle biters, nuisance with fur on. Chewy, our Affenpinscher mutt, is only one of those things. Or two. But my coffee cup is empty and the dog won’t leave me alone.
Small dog people, help me out here. This little bundle of energy climbs up onto my chest and shoulders while I’m working. He stands on my chest and bites my nose, licks my glasses. He curls up in my lap and won’t let me get up.
Chewy, small dog that he is, weasles his way into anywhere. Steals all the socks and shoes. Last night I walked into the dining room and found him standing on the dining room table. He was looking for the treats.
But y’all, he’s so stinkin’ cute! How do I tell this face no? Or get down?
I can’t leave a wadded up tissue anywhere. Paper towels and paper napkins aren’t safe.
My saving grace is that a Jones bone will keep him quiet and still for up to half an hour at a time. Thank the good Lord that Jones bones are all natural and all sourced in America. See the bones in the background in the photo above? Chewy has a basket full of them. I put them all away at day’s end. He pulls them all out the next morning. Is this a small dog thing?
So what I’m trying to say here is, HELP! It’s been four months now and I’m man enough to admit that I have no clue what I’m doing when it comes to small dogs. And I’m not even a man. Throw advice at me, will ya? I don’t like it when my coffee cup is empty and I don’t have the wherewithal to get up and tackle a wee dog. He runs circles around me, both literally and figuratively.
And he’s adorable when he does it. Y’know what? I think I’ll just give him another treat and watch him play for awhile.
Until I write again …