I did it; exactly what I said I wouldn’t do.
I got a doglet, not an ‘old’ one, like I promised myself, but an 8 month old pup.
High maintenance, demanding, shedder, precious, busy, smart, energetic, darling, shy, bold, playful, attention seeker.
That translates into ‘High Maintenance’, and covers the high points of Radar.
He does look regal, don’t you agree?
He is a cutie, and he is tireless. I’m challenged to have patience and even more patience, plus the energy to keep up with this little fireball.
I had promised myself, after the debacle with Chico, that I would find a sedate, quiet, lazy, and sleepy dog with whom to share my world. But, the best laid plans…
I was not the picker, but rather the pickee in our matchmaking. Visiting the woman who takes smaller rescue dogs and finds homes for them, I had a choice from about 11 cuties, all delighted to see a new person. However, Radar jumped in my lap immediately and wouldn’t leave. He claimed me, and was insistent that I return the bond.
What could I do? Ignore him? Reject his obvious infatuation and promised commitment? Not on your life. It’s been a number of years since I’ve had this sort of male attention, and my feminine ego was bathed in pride!
So, we are now a couple, attempting to establish who is the alpha partner. We seem to trade-off that role depending on the time of day and how much walking we have done. The goal is at least a couple of miles each day, and often twice a week we head to the dog park where he can chase, run, aggravate the heck out of any and all nearby canines.
His lineage is questionable. Some say he is part chihuahua and part dachshund, and others insist he has some (or a lot of) miniature pinscher DNA. I for one haven’t a clue, nor do I care. He is what he is, and that includes being a delightful companion.
Please welcome Radar to our blogging community. He seems ready to take up penning a few blogs himself. I’m teaching him spell check.