As those Gentle Readers who follow my lady’s blog already know, Herself and I have adopted another furball.
Allegedly she is a chiweenie, has received the appellation of Mochi (although to me she seems to be mo’ weenie than chi, but there you go), and has settled into our little pack with a minimum of fuss, bother and bleeding.
Since the bleeding was all me, I’m fairly grateful for that.
She is a puppy — less than six months old — and it’s been long enough since I was around a puppy that it’s almost like learning all over again. The gnawing upon any and everything handy was a bit of a shock, truth be told.
Mochi seems to have four settings: “Sleep”; “Snuggle”; “Investigate!”; and “I’m Gonna Kick Yer Arse!”, and I honestly can’t figure out if this is another puppy trait I’m just not remembering, or it’s a doxie thing, or if just all Miss Mochi — but she simply will not back down from a fight. Even if the opposition masses over three times her body-weight.
I think the desperate desire for snuggling is probably the result of having been taken from her mother and chained to a post in a trailer-park back-yard to be ignored except for dumping some food into her bowl every so often — a rant for another time — but I could be wrong.
She has a bit of an over-bite — not as bad as some I’ve seen — but she’s doesn’t know she’s any different, and certainly doesn’t let it slow her down; and she’s a bit puzzled about this whole “house-training” thing.
All-in-all, an absolute darling little dog, and I think we’re lucky to have her.