Our Scottish terrier, Henry, just cracks me up. As some of you know, we got him from Oklahoma Yorkie Rescue when he was just 4 months old. I love watching him run around, trotting about on his short little legs supporting a giant head and a humongous mouth. Funny looking guy. And when he is running around the yard with our miniature schauzer, Elly, he hops. Hops like a rabbit. So funny.
We have a towel down by the back door in our aptly named “Mud Room”. It catches any mud, dirt, grass, etc., that might be stuck to our dogs feet when they come in from playing out in the yard. Anyhow, Henry loves to grab the edge of the towel in his teeth, drag it into the living room and drop it there. I have no idea why he does this, but he does it all the time. Maybe he’s just really proud to be dragging in this big giant towel and it makes him feel important.
Another one of his personality quirks is when he plays with our orange tabby, Oliver. He hops around Oliver sideways, making these ungodly monster-growling noises. That’s the only way I can describe it. He sounds like a monster. It’s not barking. He just sounds like a mad little monster.
Some evenings after work, we take him to the Bark Park to play with other dogs. He is one tough customer. He almost always plays with dogs bigger than him, wrestles them to the ground and pins them! For a little guy, he sure is one tough puppy.
Potty training. We’re not quite there yet. He has his good days and his bad days. The thing is, you have to keep your eye on him and not let him wander out of sight. And he has to be taken out at least once every other hour. At least. His favorite spot to poo in the house? The kitchen. Right before dinnertime. I don’t know if it’s that he really has to go or if he’s telling me what he thinks of my cooking.
