Fishing, Anyone ?
I know how to get her attention. All I have to say is, "Do you want to go see the fish?", and she is on full alert. Except for the vibrating tail, she is motionless, head cocked to one side, ears perked straight up, eyes boring into mine. Did she hear right? Had she heard the majic word: fish? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. She is practically at the door and in the car before I can gather up her leash and my purse.
"Load up." I direct her into the car. She's jumped into the back seat and is in her MuttHutt in 5 seconds flat. I zip her in, and we're off.
This is Lizzie's very special treat: a trip to PetsMart to peruse the fish tanks. She knows exactly where to go as soon as we enter the store. She veers directly to the left and stops infront of the tanks. There are several feet of aquariums lining two walls. Her favorites are in the corner. The fish are bigger and are easier to see. As much as this little dog dislikes being picked up, she stands waiting, looking over her shoulder and raising herself up a bit on her back feet so that I can reach easily under her, scoop her up, and hold her at the right height for ideal viewing. She's gained just enough weight to make my arms ache, and after the first few minutes I have to crouch with her balanced on my thighs. We'll look at the bottom row of tanks for awhile. She's mesmerized, mouth open, ears pricked forward. I pick her back up and we walk down the whole lengh of the row of tanks. She can barely contain herself. I can feel the tauntness in her little body. Her eyes are fixated on the motion of the fish in front of her.
I decide we need to shop for some doggie treats, so I put her down and we cross the store to find Greenies and Liver Treats. She smells the bags. She knows I'm shopping for her and she wags her tail, but her patience doesn't last. Not a dog to pull on the leash, she can't help herself and she turns us back to the fish section of the store. This is her special outing, so I humor her and pick her up again. Gotta stock up on low-calorie dog food, either that or start lifting weights, my arms are practically cramping as I hold her up.
Taken with my cell phone, looking over the back of her head, between her ears.
"Load up." I direct her into the car. She's jumped into the back seat and is in her MuttHutt in 5 seconds flat. I zip her in, and we're off.
This is Lizzie's very special treat: a trip to PetsMart to peruse the fish tanks. She knows exactly where to go as soon as we enter the store. She veers directly to the left and stops infront of the tanks. There are several feet of aquariums lining two walls. Her favorites are in the corner. The fish are bigger and are easier to see. As much as this little dog dislikes being picked up, she stands waiting, looking over her shoulder and raising herself up a bit on her back feet so that I can reach easily under her, scoop her up, and hold her at the right height for ideal viewing. She's gained just enough weight to make my arms ache, and after the first few minutes I have to crouch with her balanced on my thighs. We'll look at the bottom row of tanks for awhile. She's mesmerized, mouth open, ears pricked forward. I pick her back up and we walk down the whole lengh of the row of tanks. She can barely contain herself. I can feel the tauntness in her little body. Her eyes are fixated on the motion of the fish in front of her.
I decide we need to shop for some doggie treats, so I put her down and we cross the store to find Greenies and Liver Treats. She smells the bags. She knows I'm shopping for her and she wags her tail, but her patience doesn't last. Not a dog to pull on the leash, she can't help herself and she turns us back to the fish section of the store. This is her special outing, so I humor her and pick her up again. Gotta stock up on low-calorie dog food, either that or start lifting weights, my arms are practically cramping as I hold her up.
Taken with my cell phone, looking over the back of her head, between her ears.