Showing posts with label small dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label small dogs. Show all posts
Sunday, January 8, 2012
10 Reasons to Adopt a Small Dog
1. Small dogs are like hybrid cars. They consume less--so they're good for your budget.
2. Also like hybrids, their output will cause less pollution to your atmosphere, be it your yard or your patio.
3. They're easy to park. Sharing a couch or a bed with a couple of large dogs can be like flying economy. Go first class with a small dog and stretch out.
4. Small dogs can fly in a carryon under your seat on some airlines. No more dog boarding bills and lots of companionship.
5. If you do have to board your dog, it will cost less. You might even have a better chance of getting a friend to dog-sit.
6. Small dogs make people say, "Awwww...."
7. Busy? Your day scheduled from dawn until dusk? A small dog is less likely to tip over your dining room chairs while waiting for a walk.
8. Resolving to exercise more in the new year? An energetic small dog can give you just as much exercise as a big one.
9. Speaking of exercise, a small dog can fit in a bicycle basket. There's probably a cool spandex bicycle outfit for your small dog out there in the bizarre world of dog clothes. Maybe a helmet and some goggles. Go ahead, be a topic of conversation in your neighborhood.
10. Smaller breeds tend to have longer life spans. Chihuahua might be Spanish for "20 years of love."
After walking dogs at the San Gabriel Valley Humane Society today, I learned that one of my favorite little dogs, Ian, got adopted. Ian is a chubby ten-year-old chihuahua mix with a condition that has caused the hair on his tail to fall out in a weirdly interesting spiral pattern. He has a couple of thin patches elsewhere on his coat, too. He is sweet and cuddly, and not all that excited about serious exercise. I've spent most of my time with Ian sitting on the grass in the park rubbing his belly. I would tell him that he needed a couch and a remote, not a walk. He always agreed. Now he's got that.
With my travel back and forth to the east coast, and a possible relocation in the fall, I still don't feel the time is right to adopt a dog, myself. But every time I walk Humane Society dogs, I play a little game of what if.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Christmas for Ken
Ken has been adopted!
Thank you, those of you who inquired about him. Perhaps he has gone to one of you. If not, there are 80-some small dogs at the San Gabriel Humane Society.
God bless us everyone! (Tiny Tim would be a great name for a little dog, wouldn't it?)
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Going to the Dogs
I walked dogs today. It was clear and sunny. Not too hot, not too cold. The sort of November weather that people pull up stakes and move to California for.
If I had some snow, though, and a miniature sled, this energetic beautiful guy could pull it. He looks like a big sled dog in this photo, but since he weighs about nine pounds, the sled would have to be the size of a muffin pan. That said, he would be happy to trot anywhere with you and your muffins. I've been calling him "Mr Fluffy," but I think his name is Santiago.
Then there's this rather shy girl. She has the most lovely coloring. A brindled coat. I call her "Brinnie the Pooh," but her name is Almond.
They're at the San Gabriel Valley Humane Society--with a bunch of their friends.
If I had some snow, though, and a miniature sled, this energetic beautiful guy could pull it. He looks like a big sled dog in this photo, but since he weighs about nine pounds, the sled would have to be the size of a muffin pan. That said, he would be happy to trot anywhere with you and your muffins. I've been calling him "Mr Fluffy," but I think his name is Santiago.
Then there's this rather shy girl. She has the most lovely coloring. A brindled coat. I call her "Brinnie the Pooh," but her name is Almond.
They're at the San Gabriel Valley Humane Society--with a bunch of their friends.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Dogs and Doggedness
It's been a busy day. Some writing. Some exercise.
At the the San Gabriel Humane society I walked a poodle who spends his kennel time hiding under the doggie bed. I "walked" a tiny little dog who thought she was a wallet. Yup, I'll bet she was carried in a purse. (Damn you, Paris Hilton.) I walked a dog whose tag purported that she was an Australian Cattle Dog. She looked like an Australian Cattle Dog. Except she'd fit in a purse, too. Which raises the question, do those Baby Belle cheeses come from mini-cows? If so, I know an adorable dog who could use a job. I walked a little orange poof of a dog who was excellent on the leash and full of personality. Hi there, southern Californians, if you like little dogs, The San Gabriel Humane Society has about 100 of them. Really. Small dogs became all the rage thanks to Ms. Paris, and now they are being discarded like last year's shoes.
After the dogs, I came home and had a terse discussion about my lack of reliable Internet service with my cable provider. I rebooted, gave up on my wireless, plugged directly into my modem and found this in my email:
Attached is your copy of the final judgment paperwork, which officially finalizes your divorce. |
Of course there is still the QDRO. But that is being handled by the special QDRO attorney. "Which will take months."
I'll bet my "regular" divorce attorney has sent flowers and champagne and chocolates and it should all be arriving any minute.
photo credit: yousang2me.wordpress.com
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