Honey, as some of you know, is my favorite shih tzu. In fact, she is my favorite small dog, paws down. I took my chicken boy today to visit Honey. We arrived at my mom’s and Honey jumped into the car as soon as I opened the door.
Honey is truly a sweetheart, the model shih tzu. Her “do” is a puppy cut, so as to be low maintenance. Her underbite is pure Ewok. Her personality is loving diva. And she’s sturdily built for a little thing. If I ever brought myself to having a small dog, I’d have a shih tzu. Look at this face.
Loyal. Fierce. Sweet. Slightly needy. Playful. Honey needs her mama. She needs regular walks. She needs her toys. She needs to chase the squirrels which live in the pecan trees in the back yard.
It’s her little face, with its blunt puppy ears and its pronounced underbite, that does me in. How can I not fall in love with that little face?
We stopped in at my mom’s today to drop off some things, pick up some things, have coffee and chat. A nice Friday morning. I always forget that Honey will be there. She’s always a pleasant surprise. Which is nice.
The mornings here have been cold, below freezing. Though I’m quite upset that we haven’t had a bit of snow (if it doesn’t stick, it isn’t real snow), I’m content with the afternoons getting up into the forties, thawing the wading pool for the ducks. In the mornings, though, I use a broom handle to break the ice on the pool. Some mornings it’s so thick there’s no breaking the ice.
Yesterday the ducks swam for the first time in about a week. It was lovely. I got soaked. Don’t let 40 degrees fool ya – it’s still cool enough to catch a chill if you’re outside and get wet. But who am I to deny my ducks a swim?
This morning Jimmy and Petey were out for less then five minutes before heading back into the coop. Some mornings they do this, go right back into the coop after begging to get out. And this morning they wouldn’t leave, just hung around, playing in their fresh water (I dump out their ice block every morning and fill it with fresh tap water), eating scratch. I think that Jimmy is still teaching his three month old son how to bathe.
The girls, though – Mary Ann and Ginger – wanted nothing to do with the coop once they were out. In fact, it’s a bear to put them back in once they’re free. They like the full hour of roaming, thankyouverymuch. Especially if I eat my breakfast outside, which I did this morning. I had an everything bagel with cream cheese, knowing that I’d have to share. There’s not much cuter than a hen with cream cheese all over her beak.
And then I put them away. It was about 18 degrees, and coat or no coat, I was still wearing pajamas and no socks. So.
I’ll see y’all on Monday, yes? Have a great weekend!
Until I write again …