#smallest dog

[weepingfoxfury]

Smallest Dog 2011 to 2025 ... rest in peace my beautiful girl xx

[weepingfoxfury]

Friday, Friday, Friday ...

Where does the time go?

Smallest Dog will be 14 in November ... she’s been with me since she was 5 weeks old. Her Mum (who lived until she was 18) rejected her at that stage and so, I brought her into the mobile home I was living in at the time, and we spent a sleepless night together as she howled her displeasure at being removed from her littermates.

The years we have spent together have been tumultuous to say the least. Smallest Dog displays autistic behaviour. Everything has to be a certain way or her world is just not her world. She adores people and one of my neighbours in particular ... other dogs not so much. The grudge match between Smallest Dog and her sister, Biggest Dog continues. So ... imagine my surprise when yesterday she greeted another dog in the vets in a very friendly fashion. Nose to nose, tail up, a happy hello ... I was astonished!

Since her stay for a few nights at the vets, her behaviour has improved. She was treated like Royalty there ... was taken here, there and everywhere and had lunch with one particular member of staff every day ... and now, each time I take her there, she’s delighted to greet all her friends and wants to go wandering through the whole surgery just as she was allowed to do during her stay. It’s wonderful to see and makes me smile and smile and smile!!! :-)

Who says an old dog can’t learn new tricks? ;-) Well done Smallest Dog!!!

[weepingfoxfury]

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ... another topsy-turvy Tuesday in Tuesdayville ...

Thank you so much for all your messages of condolence. So very, very much appreciated. You are all so kind. xx

It’s been a week since Smallest Dog (age 14) passed away. Unsurprisingly, I’m still coming to terms with her absence and it will be a long time yet where routines don’t trigger another bout of tears. Her passing, though not entirely unexpected, was sudden and the silence is deafening. No more ‘woo woo wooooo’ conversations, no more ‘button eyes’ as chicken was demanded, no more following me around outside trying to show me her favourite nooks and crannies inside the Big Shed as I took photographs.

Biggest Dog, Mr Snippy and Betty are all confused. Not that they had that much to do with Smallest Dog ... particularly Biggest Dog as the feud between them never ceased ... nonetheless, her departure has made an impact. Mr Snippy was the only one Smallest Dog would tolerate and spend time outside with. Betty is at a triple loss as both of her chosen boyfriends have gone and now she is having to ‘make do’ with Mr Snippy (who sleeps a lot and doesn’t clean her ears.) Betty and Smallest Dog may not have had much to do with one another, but Betty knows that something is different and she doesn’t like it.

Life is all change and very much quieter. These pictures are of Smallest Dog on the last outside ramble we took together. Dearest Smallest Dog you are missed, every single day ... you were one in a million ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Friday, Friday, Friday ...

Smallest Dog: Why are you crawling around on the floor? ... Hooman: Hmmm? ... Smallest Dog: I said, why are you crawling around on the floor? ... Hooman: I found something of interest,

Smallest Dog examines what Hooman has found, gives a cursory sniff, stares hard at Hooman.

Smallest Dog: (wrinkles nose) Doesn’t seem that interesting to me ... Hooman: But it’s of interest to me ... Smallest Dog: (gets closer) Sooooo you’re looking at dead leaves ... Hooman: Yes ... yes I am ... Smallest Dog: (looks thoughtful) But there are lots and lots of dead leaves to be had, what’s so special about these ones? ... Hooman: I like the shapes ... Smallest Dog; Aaaaaand? ... Hooman: I like the textures ... Smallest Dog: (still looking puzzled) Aaaaaaaaand? ... Hooman: Look, I just like them, OK? Haven’t you got anything else you could be doing?

Smallest Dog sits as close as possible to Hooman ... sniffs Hooman’s hat ... wipes nose across Hooman’s forehead. Hooman gives up on looking at leaves and stands up.

Smallest Dog: Follow me! ... Hooman: Where are we going? ... Smallest Dog: Follow me and you’ll see ... Hooman: Ah, we’re heading to the bedroom ... Smallest Dog: We are indeed and look what I can do! ... Hooman: Well done you! ... Smallest Dog: Shall I do it again? ... Hooman: If you like ... Smallest Dog: Will you watch me? ... Hooman: Of course I will.

Smallest Dog proceeds to go up and down her ‘special stairs’ and gets on and off the bed several times.

Smallest Dog: (panting) Taa Daaaah!!! ... Hooman: Well done! Bravo!

Smallest Dog runs into kitchen, sits by fridge, stares hard between fridge and Hooman

Hooman: Hmmmm, what could you possibly want? ... Smallest Dog: You know very well what I want

Hooman hands over sausage pieces.

Smallest Dog: (jumping up and down and smiling) Come on then! ... Hooman: Where are we going now? ... Smallest Dog: (heading out back door) Come on! There’s something you really need to see!

Hooman follows Smallest Dog ... who is now standing next to a pile of dead leaves.

Smallest Dog: (looks extremely pleased with self) Now then ... what about these ones? Eh? Eh? ;-)

[weepingfoxfury]

Friday, Friday, Friday ...

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday and Thursday, Thursday, Thursday did indeed happen even if yours truly was seemingly missing in action. ;-D The shiny metropolis called for my attention as did a trip to the vet with Smallest Dog and Captain Blackbeard.

Smallest Dog is doing well on her new tablets and injections and was full of beans and barking. She had her head out of the car window all the way there ... spoke in her loud woo woo fashion to anyone and everyone whilst in the vets ... and shed enough hair on the waiting room floor and in the car to put a moulting yeti to shame.

Captain Blackbeard sang all the way into the shiny metropolis and then refused to come out of his crate once he was in front of the vet. The vet he used to see has sadly left the practice, so he took one look, didn't see a familiar face and declared that he was no longer available for consultation. So ... the whole crate had to be dismantled so he could have his injection ... and the look on his face simply said 'you'll get yours.' Not sure when this retribution will take place but am quite certain it'll be as unexpected as the Spanish Inquisition.

As to today's piccies ... well ... I must give full and firm (ahem) thanks to our local postie. The bowl itself was tucked into the grass (has been for months and months) and was full of water for the birds and other critters ... many, many vehicles have been up and down the driveway and all has been well ... until yesterday. Perhaps the Lost Postman leapt out at this perceived usurper (not that the Lost Postman has delivered any post in quite some time ... unless you count leaves as letters?) and, such was the surprise, our postie was forced to veer wildly and wantonly into the grass. Even if the Lost Postman didn't leap, he has also been known to hurl his somewhat decayed postal bag in the direction of windscreens ... and, on his truly not giving a damn days, he has been known to stride sans 'strides' up and down the driveway. Alas, I shall never know, for the Lost Postman keeps close countenance and I hesitate to brandish the broken birdy bowl in the general direction of our postie with cries of 'What were you thinking???' ;-D

Now ........ as ever, it's time for breakfast!! This, that and the other are all clamouring for my attention but my belly comes first. Let's just hope the postie hasn't been anywhere near my breakfast bowls ;-) ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday ...

Some things are irresistible. Such as random road signs. I think I picked up the 35km/h one when one of the roads near me was being resurfaced/gritted. The sign looked forlorn somehow just lying on the floor ... and I'm sincerely hoping it's something my (temporarily outside due to mouse assaults) houseplants can aspire to. I mean, imagine it, a houseplant travelling at 35km/h ... I'd love to see a mouse trying to keep up with that to get a nibble! ;-D

Alongside the houseplants is an old pair of sandals of mine. I've lost count of the years I've had them. Repaired and repaired until it just couldn't be done anymore. So ... can't get 'em repaired, can't wear 'em and somehow just can't bear to throw them away. Obviously you then put 'em outside and admire them each time you pass and remember the good times you had with 'em.

Creeping around the bottom of the picture is my lovely Tayberry. A delicious combination of raspberry and blackberry. Gorgeous flavour! The birds usually beat me to the berries ... but the one or two I've managed to taste were mmm mmm mmmmmmmm!! :-)

Yesterday I managed to get into the shiny metropolis with Biggest Dog. She was so pleased to be out and about and happily sat with my friend in the car whilst I investigated the delights of the magic middle aisle and got some of the weekly shop. I was good ... nothing magical made it into the trolley ... essentials only. And I know Biggest Dog would wholeheartedly agree that cheese and ham pastries were essential. There was the widest smile across her face and a plethora of crumbs all over the back seat as she claimed her prize.

Staying put today ... there's sunshine and ordering of fuds for the Hairy Horde to be seen to. Tomorrow will be Smallest Dog's turn in the shiny metropolis as she's off to the vet once more for a check up to see how her heart meds are performing. She seems so much happier and is enjoying her walks, so fingers crossed that things are going in the right direction.

Until the morrow ... or the day after ... but I'll definitely be back in the very nearish, vagueish, distantish :-) ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday ...

Dearest Smallest Dog ...

The reason you have a strange smelling cream atop your nose is because, no matter my attempts to foil you, you still persist with your attempts to fit beneath the bathroom door.

Your unending desire to get in there and acquire the small rattley mouse toys that belong to Captain Blackbeard means you now have a sore baldy patch. Are they really that tasty, those little plastic fluff covered cat entertainment pods? Seven have met their toothy demise courtesy of your canine canines as far as I can count. Your poop is fuzzily multi coloured and looking as though legs and some googly eyes wouldn't go amiss. This can't be right.

So ... dear, dear Smallest Dog, be assured that what you can smell is something that will soothe, something that will help and that this substance will cease to be smeared upon your much protesting little person once you accept that the cat's toys are not your personal stash of hairy horde hors d'oeuvres.

Much love ... your 'I'm here to help' hooman ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ... another Tuesday in Tuesdayville ...

Sometimes life really is as simple as staring at your hooman and just willing the word 'sausage' into their brain. ;-D

This hooman has still failed to find the technique that then transmits 'you really have had enough, you know.'

Yesterday's shiny metropolis trip was survived in spite of hecticness and the dizzying going round and round and round the car park. A big thank you to the driver who indicated he was leaving his space! Upside of that was meeting a lady who told me all about her dog that had come all the way from Russia and was called Hector. And a final happy was then being able to give my parking token to a lady who pulled in alongside me just as I was leaving, cos she had the most gorgeous little Yorkie sat in the front passenger seat on what must have been the warmest, fluffiest blankie ever created for sitting on. Lucky pup!!

And now for a day of catching up on a whole load of this, a whole pile of that and a small mountain of the other ...