Man, I need a dog. I cannot pass a creature of the canine persuasion without cooing and reducing myself to a complete gibbering idiot. On Monday night Morgan and I had dinner at the home of Morgan's friend Canice, and both Morgan and I were desotted by his little dog. A little bundle of personality with black button eyes and fur soft as silk. Oh sure, those of you with Small Dog Aversion are probably struggling to see the charm right now, but picture a cross between an ewok, a mogwai and a teddy bear and you are close to this little bundle. Chuck in a fiesty attitude towards the game of fetch and a healthy ability to play tug of war with a squeaky ball. All thankfully yap-free.
I generally gravitate towards bigger dogs, but having had a pack of smaller dogs (in a previous life as Dog Show Widow) I grew to appreciate the little fiesty guys too. All that personality in a pint-sized package. Anyone?