Our older daughter, the career woman who lives about a 1.5 hr drive from our home in another major Texas city, had a couple social commitments over the next few days. So I volunteered to meet her halfway to fetch her chorkie, Dewey, to stay the weekend with us. He's a rotten little rodent of a dog, who certainly deserves the nickname Sir Humpsalot. Dewey finds everybody sexy - bahaha! Our girl cairn Pepper. Mother's old female pug Ruby. And Ruby's brother Max. Dewey is all about equal opportunity. The only dog he doesn't bother in that way is our male Cairn Ollie, who growls like he means it any time Dewey gets that twinkle in his eye.
Last night I was lounging in bed when Dewey and Pepper decided to curl up on/next to me for some cuddling. The catch is that you can't pet Dewey once he falls asleep. For some reason, he awakens to the belief that he's somehow under attack and will bite the crap out of you. We've decided it's little man chihuahua syndrome.
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