Piper has a new puppy. She got him for her birthday and he’s basically the teeniest, cutest thing I’ve ever seen. My sister said, “He’s a Tsu-chon.” To which I said “Eh?” And she said, “A Tsu-chon.” To which I still wanted to say “Eh?” but thought it would sound smarter if I said “Ohh” instead, so I did. All I know is he’s black and curly and soft and so crushably small. Worrisomely small, really. But then, he’s not my puppy.
Piper named him Sparky, which I think is just so cute.
She basically carries him everywhere, which I also think is cute, and yet, at the same time, very bad. I mean, the wee baby thing — no matter how tiny — will eventually need to develop muscle strength in his little curly legs, so he can jump into my arms or follow me around all day. Although, again, it’s important to remember, he’s not my puppy.
He eats about a quarter cup of food a day and his poo is the size of a fingernail. Which sounds, in terms of poo-picking-upping, like a total breeze. A virtually unscented, virtually fresh breeze. Almost enjoyable even. But I don’t have to think about that, because, again — and let’s not forget — he’s not my puppy.
Drat it all, anyway.
Do I sense a wee bit of jealousy about the puppy…hmmmm… 🙂
Do we get to see a picture so we can be jealous as well?
A tsu-chon? I’m guessing that’s half Bichon Frise, half Shih-tzu? (The curly legs would certainly fit.)
I’m more familiar with the shih-tzu, which are quite adorable, even when fully grown. As a bonus, they tend to be very good with other resident pets, and usually won’t trigger reactions in allergy sufferers.
On the downside they’re prone to ear complaints. I wonder how the Bichon half affects that, if at all.
(And as an aside, is it odd that now these intentional half-and-half mixes get their own half-and-half names from breeders? It’s a pretty transparent play for charging purebreed prices for a mixed-breed animal, isn’t it?)
There is nothing in the owrld like a puppy!
Faramir — You guessed it. Bichon and Shih-tsu. I’m usually not a fan of those kinds of foofy dogs myself, but he’s very cute. Yesterday when I was holding him, I had a split second where I suddenly saw myself as one of those women walking around with a teeny-tiny dog in her bag, like Paris Hilton. I immediately put him down and said, “Get away from me, you!” Problem is, he really did follow me around all day. Poor little dude was obsessed with me and I kinda liked it. I’m sick.
Careful Tracey. My wife and I went shopping for cell phones once and came home with a puppy. I believe Charles Schultz said it best with “Love is a warm puppy.”
You can have Rowdi.
You can have my beagle, Max. Puppies are cute and cuddly and warm … until they start chewing up everything they can get their teeth on.