Hanging with Lillie

On one of our walks, Lillie got friendly with the little black and white terrier on the corner. He was behind his fence and I let Lillie go say hello. They sniffed each other and preened and everything was fine until the little Oreo dog lifted his leg to take a whiz on Lillie. I jerked her away and told her that he had treated her like a trollop (not the word I used) and she had to walk away with her head held high, and not look back. “Ladies don’t let boys pee on them,” I told her and she cut her eyes at me as if to say, “yeah, like your track record is so great I should be listening to your advice.” She kept looking back at him, a little forlornly, I think. I was never very good at playing hard to get, either.

But I AM a lady!

But I AM a lady!

I tried to get Lillie and Sweet Pea together, but our schedules just didn’t mesh. I’m sure they’ll get together sometime in the not too distant future. I was thinking about how different Lillie and Sweet Pea are. Lillie is pretty mellow around the house unless she hears something, then she does her job and barks (even if it’s 1:00 a.m.). She does get excited from time to time and will rear up on her hind legs and give your knees a hearty slap. She doesn’t follow me from room to room and she’s quite fast on our walks considering her short legs and girth.

Sweet Pea was glad to get out of her crate when I came home from work!

Sweet Pea was glad to get out of her crate when I came home from work!

Sweet Pea is a bundle of energy who likes to snuggle and she follows me from room to room. She enjoys ours walks and for such a lightweight, she can pull her leash pretty hard if she wants to chase a squirrel. She also poops on the sidewalk which is harder to clean up than when she poops in the grass. After that happened, I started wondering what classic rock would sound like today if she had happened to run into the Steve Miller Band in the early 1970s:

I’m a trooper, grab a scooper, I’m a sidewalk pooper . . .

I preferred the rug to my bed for short naps.

I preferred the rug to my bed for short naps.

I think the two girls will get along famously when they do meet. It’s time to wash Lillie’s dishes and give her breakfast. I discovered Lillie prefers her food dishes to be cleaned daily. I usually cleaned Dudley and Zoe’s dishes every other day, but Lillie wants her food in clean dishes. I can’t blame her, I also prefer clean dishes for my food; yet, she’ll let a boy dog pee in her face.

“Why do we love dogs so much? Because they are living proof that in this world good still exists.” ~ The German Shepherd Dog Community on Facebook

About Shoeful of Drool

I lived with a golden retriever/German shepherd mix named Dudley. Dudley was a rescue from Hurricane Floyd and he lived with me from October 1999 until he passed away in December 2012. In January 2001, Zoe a black & tan hound mix came to live with us until she died in June 2011. I truly believe having dogs has made me a better person. Every single day these dogs still give me something to laugh about and I hope by sharing these stories you can laugh, too.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

5 Responses to Hanging with Lillie

  1. The little balck and white terrier better watch out for Lillie’s mommy!

    • Dudley always barked at whatever dog was living in the fenced in yard behind us. They would run back and forth along the length of the fence barking and raising all kinds of hell. The only one Dudley wouldn’t bark at is the little white dog who lives there now and I’m pretty sure she let Dudley pee on her when they first met. She always had a submissive approach, but they would still run up and down the fence, but Dudley didn’t go nuts barking at her.

  2. That little Lillie is something! My mommy laughed and laughed about her experience with the little Oreo dog, even though I tried desperately to explain to my mommy that that is absolutely no laughing matter!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s