I’m going home this weekend. And I know that when I get there, I will be greeted by this little creature…
She is slightly crazy as well as ridiculously cute.
She doesn’t often bark, she mostly squeals.
She sits on the windowsill and watches the world go by, like a cat.
She will happily fall asleep on her back, head hanging off the sofa, with her legs stuck up in the air- she’s classy like that.
She has one hell of a grumpy look when she wants to. Granny Weatherwax and Paddington Bear would admire it:
She snores way too loudly for a dog that small.
When we leave the house, she sticks her head out of the cat-flap and watches us go. It’s the saddest sight.
She will run from room to room searching for my father if you mention the word ‘Daddy’.
She sometimes helps my cat with his mouse-catching. Once he’s got one cornered, she will sit and guard it while he goes off to do whatever else he fancies, for as long as that takes. When he comes back, she’ll plod away to get on with her own business (namely- snuffling around, playing or sleeping).
She spends a lot of time staring at the floor. I think she’s either meditating, a bit emo, or just forgets what she was doing:
She loves playing peek-a-boo.
She dislikes dogs that are the same size as her- she seems to think they’re weaklings, and prefers to hang out with Lurchers.
She likes to ‘bury’ her bones and chew toys in my bed, generally under my pillow (by the way, it is quite unpleasant to put your hand under your pillow expecting to find soft cotton pyjamas, only to discover a half-chewed rib).
She likes sitting in the drivers seat of the car and once averted an accident by honking the horn at the exact right moment.
She is Zuzu, our one year old Miniature Schnauzer, and she is an awesome dog.