Misfit, I must admit that I let my mom give her one too many leftover bones from her ribs on Saturday - and last night, she had gastrointestinal distress of the first order. Poor thing. Boy oh BOY did she like the treat, though ...
Brenna, I'm one of those who usually tends to be a slight reverse-snob about preferring mutts and not fully appreciating dogs bred into a state of literal ill health, but of course Scotties and Westies aren't among those and they are adorable. A wonderful friend of mine as a kid was Duke, the black Scottie down the block.
The Carolina was long known in the American South before it was categorized and studied; the "yaller dog" or Dixie Dingo has always been around. Longer than we have, obviously! But I love that Penelope and I share deep ties to our earth, or corner of the world, the beautiful red clay that bred us both. She's by far the most intelligent animal I've ever been privileged to live with, and indeed unique in the world of dogs. She makes me very hound-proud.
And lord yes is she ever ear-tastic. Loves to have them rubbed and played with. She even lets me pretend-tie them on top of her worry-wrinkled hayyid.
(Oh yes, I spelled it 'hayyid' ... you would not believe how Southern I get when I'm sweet-talking the furbabies.)
"To be the queen, she agreed to be the widow!"
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