My best friend turned 40 on Friday, and all I can talk about today is her tiny 5 month old dog. Sorry Bid, it's just that this puppy kinda stole my heart.
LOOK AT THOSE EARS! Oh my gosh, I couldn't stop giggling and cooing over her! She's the funniest, cutest, most endearing little dog!
Here's the thing: I used to be indifferent to small dogs. I liked German Shepherds, big mutts, Huskies, Labradors, even Rottweilers. Biddie always had small dogs, and while I liked them- how could I not? - I still considered myself a Big Dog person. Useful dogs. Not lap dogs. Not for myself anyways.
Then we got realistic about our potential dog ownership and realized that a big dog is not so practical when you live in the Burbs (and visit Grandma a lot, and drive a VW Jetta). I started looking at small dogs differently. We got the Pug.
Now I LOVE small dogs. I've discovered the amazing amount of personality and attitude stuffed into a small amount of dog-body.
I dare you to look at this picture and not melt with delight. You wanna smile and talk in a silly voice right now, doncha? Doncha? Huh? It's all you can do right now to remain dignified. If you saw this puppy in real life you'd be a babbling mess.
Also, in the background you can see another little beggar trying to get some food from Big Dusty Dude. I can't tell if that's Ruby, the mother of the puppies, or Bruno, the Mellowest Puppy on Earth. I kinda wanted to hide him in my giant leather purse and take him home.