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Friday, October 7, 2005
Good Dog
Have I mentioned lately that I love my small Chihuahua? Well, I do. This is a very dear little dog person. Wherever I sit or take a nap, Porque Choppe is there on my lap. She hops up and settles down as though that's her job, sitting on me. She does it conscientiously. If I go upstairs, Porque is beside me. She goes with me from room to room watching my face, trying to anticipate what I'll do next. Sometimes she makes numerous false starts down the stairs supposing that my back and forth from this and that room mean that I'm going down. She eventually goes all the way down, watching over her shoulder to see that I'm also really headed for the first floor.
I know when she wants to go out because she'll stand on her back legs beside me, put a paw on my leg and pat, pat, pat; power-staring, and not jumping up to sit-lap. Some dogs scratch the door. Some dogs bark at the door. Porque quietly and politely hints.
If I take the hint, get up and walk toward the coat rack where I keep her harness, she cries out loud, somewhere between a bark and a crying noise. Sort of a little tiny, "YOOOOORP!!! YORP!" And she frisks happily which makes it hard to get the harness over her little head.
If Porque has been hoping that I'd go out with her, but hasn't needed to go so much that she had to pat and hint, sometimes, I'll go outside just because I've guessed that she wants me to. On those occasions, she doesn't want to seem pushy, but does hope to see me getting down the harness, so she peeks out around the corner of the living room entrance, just a bit of nose and one eye. Then when the harness comes off the hook, she YORPS! joyfully and rushes to the door.
At night she burrows under the covers and then turns around until just her head sticks out onto the next pillow. Her paws fold over the top of the sheet. She snores itty bitty chihuahua snores. Occasionally she re-burrows down until her head is almost by my feet. Little wild Chihuahuas in ancient Mexico must have been like rabbits and prairie dogs, digging homes for themselves underground. She may play rabbitt for a while but always ends up back with her head on a pillow and her paws folded over the top of the sheet.
Porque doesn't do any tricks. She's just there, her big dark eyes soulfully watching me, trying to anticipate me. I am her only job and her only hobby. The other day someone asked how many times/day I have to walk the dog. I had to admit that I go out at least five times. The questioner clearly thought this was a high price to pay. Seems reasonable to me.
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