Millie's my brand new, nearly 10-week-old Mal-Shi puppy. That’s a Maltese and Shih Tzu mix, if you didn’t guess. In my world we call these designer puppies—mutts. My mutt Millie came from a shelter, and we're happy about that.
She runs fast with razor sharp teeth ready to poke painful holes in my ankles and anything else in her way. In fact, I was so desperate that I went to Walmart in hopes that they carried steel socks. You know to discourage her from biting me. No such thing? I settled for a Nylabone. They had those. It occupied Millie's teeth for nearly an hour and then she hunted down my ankles again.
She may look sweet and...SHE IS.Posts to Notice:
Go check out this poem, Twas the Night before Easter, by Gail At the Farm a remake of Twas the Night Before Christmas. Very clever, Gail!
And go read A Skill Test with Such Zest by The Cat and Pat Hatt at It's Rhyme Time. So cool, you'll drool.
You'll be entertained by both.
I'm still at The Ruralhood this week posting R through W:
- Rocking Chair
- Stafford and Dugan
- T's Dress
- U - (Umm, I don't know yet)
- Vintage Gift
- W- (Well, you'll have to wait and see. Me too!)