Mind you she is very cute and could be described as a devil in an angels disguise. She is a four legged mop with lovely soft hair like a silky terrier. Thankfully she doesn't shed hair all over the place as it keeps growing until I trim it or take her off to the dog groomer. In the fact she looks a bit like and Ewok from Start Wars (pity she can't walk on her back legs and be a bit more human, might have been able to sell her to George Lucas). She is the size of a normal domestic cat and is black and tan with a bit of grey and lighter tan colours on her body and legs.
She loves people and thinks anyone who comes to the house is just there to see her. She runs off madly to find her green ball as the new arrival will probably want to play with her. She then proceeds to turn herself inside out and back the front trying to maintain their attention so the said ball may be thrown for her to chase. One thing she is good at is fetching it. Mind you it has to be the green spiky ball, no other is quite good enough. Who knows what may happen if the ball falls to pieces completely. It's starting to get a more holes and changing with age. I suppose you would to if you had been slobbered on by a dog for the whole of your existence.
She's not so good at coming when she's called and given the opportunity will practise her escapologist skills. One night she escaped under the fence and I happened to have laryngitis. Not easy to call her with no voice. I'm out in the street croaking 'Pokey, get inside' and she's madly running around revelling in her new found freedom. I eventually coaxed her back inside with a bone. Once she had chewed her bone a little she collapsed in a heap with exhaustion.
She's a little dog with a big attitude and certainly gives a piece of her doggy mind if another dog dares to walk past her house. Talking about attitude, she was out in the yard one morning giving a crow a piece of her mind. She was prancing around on her back legs and trying to use the fence to get a leg up because she was going to have it. Just because it was perched in a tree about 3 metres above the ground was beside the point as far as she was concerned.
She has one redeeming quality; just like me, she doesn't like the smaller untrained humans that in reside in the street. I'm pretty sure they have stirred her up in the past by banging on the fence. Arrrrrgh!!!! The smaller untrained humans are another story.
Anyway that's the dog and I'm sure she will feature in some of my blogs in the future. Now if you happen to be reading another blog that could mention 'That b*&&^%y dog' then we might be related.
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