Or were we speaking of new dogs? I can’t remember. Anyway, I’ve decided I hardly need to adopt a new dog of my own when I have a new friend in the dog next door. Little Nessie has offcially annihilated all my uncertainty toward dogs of a smaller stature. Isn’t she delectable?
Before we moved in, the previous tenants did mention something about a neighbour’s dog who was constantly creeping under the fence. I loved the house so much I didn’t let the thought put me off. It’s not as if I don’t like dogs or anything.
But now I get what they were talking about. The very first day we moved in this wee Yorkie ran over to say hello. She appeared in the backyard, rolling around in the grass in the most adorable fashion, as we moved boxes from the truck to the house. It was probably the best welcome I’ve ever received. I eventually scooped her up and brought her over to the address written on her little pink tag, thinking her humans may have been worried.
The woman seemed surprised when I showed up with her dog in my arms. I guess they were so used to her freely exploring the joined backyards they didn’t think anything of her absence. From that moment on I realized we’d be seeing a lot of the sweet girl.
And we have. Not that it’s really a problem. Shiva has taken a liking to her and happily chases Nessie over the grass. She seems to understand that the other dog is little and could easily be hurt by rough play. Instead of dashing around in her usual style, Shiva takes her cues from the smaller dog and runs only as fast as the shorter legs can go. It’s so heartwarming to watch Shiva handicap herself in this way. I never knew she had it in her to be so kind.
Nessie is a smart little puppy too. She is still pretty young and hasn’t had a lot of training but she is eager to learn. After just a few minutes I was able to shape her into offering hand touches with her nose. There is a lot of potential in that tiny brain. I am tempted to try her on some of the agility equipment. I have a feeling she’d enjoy the challenge.
It’s funny how we moved from one house with a Yorkie next door to another with the same. I guess we’re just lucky that way.