Thursday, July 10, 2014


"Pet, don't point that thing at me!"
Zoey is a great little Chihuahua. Never far from my side. Never causes problems with the pack. The only real issue is that I'm pretty sure she thinks that she is the owner and I am the pet. We even joke that she calls me 'pet'. I can almost hear it.

When I am sitting on the couch, she will come up behind me, stand on my shoulder and paw at my face like I am a bad pet being scolded. If I leave her alone in the baby-gated family room, she will sometimes go to the edge of the gate and bark sternly at me, almost like she is saying "PET! COME USE YOUR THUMBS TO OPEN THIS THING, PET!"

I've thought about it, and I don't think that her being the owner changes our relationship much. As long as she listens to me when it counts, which for the most part she does. If there's stranger danger, or a car coming, or some reason I need her to come to me or move away, she does listen to me.

I'm happy to have a little dog like Zoey, even if she thinks that I am her pet.

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