I never thought the size of a dog could dictate how you walk.
Gone are the days of walking like a sober human being.
You now walk in a drunkard way; leaning, swaying, and hopping.
Intelligent speech, forget about it.
The words, from your mouth, almost drool out of your lips.
It is disgusting behavior for an adult.
So I thought, until recently when my daughter gave me a Shorkie puppy.
Tiny is too big of a word to describe the size, or lack of size, of this fuzzy ball of chaos.
I find it hard to believe there is a dog inside of that fur.
She is so tiny she has to be picked up and held at face level so she can see who I am, if I don't do this she will go through life thinking her human parent is a pair of size seven an a half shoes.
I need three arms.
Two for carrying out my everyday duties, and one to carry Wiki, that is what I named her.
Why, do you ask do I carry her that much? Easy, I answer, because she follows me everywhere and she is like a land mine.
Where ever my foot is going to step, that is where Wiki is going to be.
I think back, in terror, of parakeets that follow their owners and get stepped on.
End of story...
at least for the parakeet.
There are times when I sneak away from Wiki to make a bed, hang up clothes;chores that I could accomplish a lot faster with Wiki pre-occupied elsewhere.
This tactic of sneaking away, as of yet, has not worked.
No matter where in the house I go, there is Wiki.
I turn around...
there is Wiki, I bend over...
there is Wiki staring at me.
sometimes it freaks me out.
It is like a horror movie where the victim tries to escape from a ghost, you can't, you just can't.
Talk about responsibility, wow, this itty biddy entity is totally dependent on my protection.
I can not just open the back door for her to go do her little business; I have to go out with her.
That is ridiculous you say? Not when you take into consideration the hawks, falcons and even the crows.
I once saw a rabbit, in my backyard, cornered by a hawk.
Yeah, I hollered, scared off the hawk and rescued the rabbit.
That is daytime worry, night time worry are the foxes.
I hover around Wiki (at least I provide shade during the day), while she does her little business.
I am ever so alert, at every sound, ready to swoop her up and fight off whatever critter, of prey, looking for a bite to eat.
Small dog, small bladder makes for frequent trips outside.
I am not exactly dressed appropriately for all these emergencies.
You are probably thinking, "You are so lucky she is housebroken.
" Wrong, oh so wrong.
If anyone is housebroken, it is me.
No, I do not mean it that way, of course, I am housebroken.
I mean whenever she looks like she might be hunting for a good spot to squat, I grab her up and head for the door.
Picture a football player cradling the football rushing for a touchdown.
Now, imagine that same football player in a robe and flip flops, that's me.
This one small dog has altered the way I walk, and my behavior is the very behavior I use to ridicule in other people.
I could go on and on about what a life changing experience of owning a small dog, or of a small dog owning me, has been...
but that is for another story.