Monday, February 27, 2012

I Blame it on the Hormones*

The tiniest dog I have ever seen is sleeping at my feet right now. She has been here for 5 days now.

She is supposed to be temporary. Our foster dog until she finds a permanent home. Unless, of course, she already found it.

I have never wanted a tiny dog. Dogs that fit in your purse never made sense to me. They can't be considered real dogs, can they? I assumed they were all little yappy nuisances. Well, I think I have fallen in love with a tiny dog.

I had been looking for a dog online on and off for a while now. A scruffy faced dog, like the one I grew up with, was a must have on the list of qualifications for a new dog. I found the perfect fit, her name was Rayne, but the timing was all wrong. When the timing worked out she was gone.

Then this tiny little Shih Tzu fell into our laps. She was found at a park by some friends and had been there for at least 2 or 3 weeks. She was abandoned and left alone to sleep in a bathroom. No one else could take her home, and none of us wanted her sent to the shelter. So, she came home with us. Temporarily, or forever.

We call her Stella.

* And a little bit on Burghbaby and her cute puppy pictures


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How can I tell how small she is without a scale? PS. I think she looks more like a B'Lana, or a Troy, or a Uhura, or anything but a Stella! -DD