I had to make a stop on the way home last night at the local pet store to get Tiny some of his fancy organic dog food. In addition to fancy organic dog foods, they also sell a lot of great toys. They actually had two different hydras for sale, one much larger for actual dogs and then this little guy, for, well, little guys.
I thought it was hilarious -- a mythological beast. I wasn't sure if Tiny would take to it or not, however much it amused me. But I needn't have worried. Every time I take a step towards it (or look at it for too long), he growls and charges to protect it. Hence the blurry camera shot. But I think you can see its three heads and dorsal fin.
10 pounds, an underbite, and a short attention span. A very short attention span.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tumble-furs
There are dozens of these blowing around the downstairs portion of my house. Airy balls of Tiny's buff-colored fur, carried along by the balmy currents of the forced heat. They literally drift past my field of vision as I try to read or watch TV. I do my best to keep after them with the Dustbuster, but it's no use. At best I beat them back for a while.
And he's not even really shedding yet. Come spring, I'll have to try to find some way to get a static charge on him so that he can act as a Swiffer, attracting back to himself some measure of the tumble-furs he generates.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Slimed
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
And this is a nap
Bear in mind he's 10 pounds soaking wet and yet generates these noises. He has snored louder than this before, but the iPhone wasn't handy.
I need to look for the world's smallest CPAP machine.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Little guy
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Say hello to my little friend
This was the very first toy I bought Tiny, grabbed desperately at the pet store after the hour-long drive back from Antioch. I didn't know him at all yet.
The shelter had set us off with a Ziploc bag of food, a leash and his vaccination records. So at my local pet store, I wandered the aisles, Tiny in tow, and hucked stuff into a basket. Treats. Very small balls for him to potentially fetch (Did he fetch? No idea). A better leash. Bowls. A crate (thank heavens). And -- this.
It might be a mouse. Maybe. There are ears and a tail of sorts. And it makes not one but two different squeaks. I know this because it makes those squeaks for literally hours at a stretch. Because it is Tiny's favorite toy. FAVORITE. I can ask him, "Where's your little friend?" and he will sort of desperately search around until he's found it. And then hide it from me. While making it squeak.
Those squeaks are going to be what I hear in my head when they take me off to the home.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Looking for... well, who really knows what he's looking for
We have been hit over the last few days by the first real rain of the season, after no rainfall since Thanksgiving. While I know Tiny has seen rain before in his four years, he hasn't at my house or while it was falling in my yard. Excuse me -- his house, his yard.
It was still dry when this picture was taken, but even he could tell something was brewing. Shortly thereafter, it began to rain pretty hard. So he, of course, barked at it. For 45 minutes.
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