There was a time when I strongly disliked all dogs less than twenty pounds. I can’t say why, though it was probably due to simple ignorance. I thought all little dogs were yappy, nippy, snooty creatures who prefered sitting on laps to playing games of tug.
As I have become much more knowledgeable in the way of dog, my prejudices have slowly disappeared. There are actually several wee dogs with whom I enjoy spending time. Since entering the agility world, I have discovered that size does not matter in the slightest when it comes to athletic ability. There are many eight-pound canines that live to fetch and run and jump around. I could not have been more unfair in my former dealings with them. It is one area in which I am thrilled to have been wrong.
That being said, when I think about the future and bringing a second dog into my home, I don’t see myself with a Chihuahua or a Papillion. As much as I have learned to appreciate their dainty footsteps and their perky attitudes, the fit just doesn’t feel right. Not yet.
This point was brought home in a glaring way during a recent visit to a local shelter. The moment I set my eyes on this guy, I was dizzily in love.
Rambunctious and goofy, with an incredibly handsome face, Caper had me wrapped around his magnificent paws in seconds. I can’t say exactly what it is that appeals the most. His ears, his shiny eyes, his huge, wiggly body. Perhaps the way he tried to play tug with my mitten, or the lack of hesitation he showed in displaying his affection. Others may have started at finding a large dog leaping upon their chests. Not I. The whole package just made me laugh out loud. If I had the space for him, and the funds, I am pretty sure I would have adopted him on the spot. Crazy tail and all.
Don’t you think he and Shiva would make amazing pals?
I don’t avoid small dogs any more. They are cute and energetic and they take up much less space. They have less fur to stick to my clothes and they are usually willing to share the couch. Their smaller appetites are also easier on a budget. Furthermore, small dogs are infinitely more practical for a woman without a fenced yard.
But I am a big dog gal, inside and out. If someone doesn’t adopt Caper soon, we could be in very serious trouble.