She was a challenge to all I have known about dogs. Actually I was quite certain that she was a cat from a previous life trapped inside this little dogs body. Her behaviours challenged all I know about any breed of D.O.G.
For instance: She can use a kitty litter. She actually meows and rubs against your legs upon entering the house. She Curls up in your lap and will stay there even in the presence of other fellow dogs. Did I mention she Meows? Oh, i did but I will mention it again...THIS DOG MEOWS!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, luck would have it that after 3 months of exposure to our crazy eclectic bunch she has come out of her "Identity Crisis" and is beginning to truly embrace the doggyness. Yesterday she finally ventured into the Bow River all on her own accord. I was so thrilled to see her lapping up river water and splashing just a little bit. She is still, of course, a total pre-madonna. She hates to get dirty. Nothing is better then having a 6 pound puppy with many pointy extremity's leap hap=hazardly into your lap at the first sign of a large dog or two ready to shake their fur clean of the great outdoors. This was just my experience yesterday and rather then worry about wet dog in the car I had to dry myself off.
However, the tail is now a curly cue, the smile so associated with Greyhounds has appeared and a permanent sense of belonging has now graced the pointy mug of my little Gracie dog.
Our zoo really is complete:)
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