Sweet Pea had a fun filled 7 day 6 night stay at Camp Shoeful of Drool last week. She came to stay while the workers refinished the floors at her house. I’ve mentioned that Sweet Pea LOVES her squeaky tennis ball. She strips the tennis ball of its yellow fur and runs around with it in her mouth all the time.

Sweet Pea skins her tennis ball

I told her mom that since she didn’t chew or have accidents in the house, I would rather not put her in her crate when I go to work. We left Sweet Pea alone for a couple of hours and when we came back, she was fine. I saw a small indentation in the middle of the bed so I imagine she retired there (with her ball) as soon as we left.

I have to admit, I would put down a towel and invite Sweet Pea up on the couch to snuggle while I watched t.v. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that first morning when I returned to the living room after I turned on the television to find her up on the couch. She looked at me as if to say, “well you turned on the t.v., get over here and watch with me.” So, the next time she jumped down (she’s part jumping bean) I put an old comforter on that cushion so her nails wouldn’t tear the couch.

Sweet Pea with her ever present ball in her mouth

Having a dog around does give someone a reason to get up in the morning and Sweet Pea didn’t move much until I started to stir around and then she started wiggling all over and come up in my face to say “hello” and try and drop her ball in my mouth. She was so excited to start a new day, there was no way I could dwaddle in bed. We’d go for a 15-20 minute walk first thing in the morning and she took care of her business and came back and ate her breakfast. I’d come home at lunch and let her out and then we’d take another walk in the evening. We managed to miss the Oreo dog (who tried to pee on Lillie a few weeks ago) on every single walk, but Sweet Pea spent considerable time sniffing and leaving a few messages near his fence. Why do we always want the bad boys?

That face says it all!

Dudley and Zoe were big dogs. They ate more food, their flea and tick preventatives and other meds were more expensive, they took up most of the bed and it was a chore to give them a bath. Not to mention Dudley’s poops were about the size of a VW, but I love big dogs. I’m getting older so I have to consider whether or not I’ll be able to handle a larger dog and I’m thinking if I do get a dog over 60 lbs I’ll probably look for an older dog. Sweet Pea makes a winning case for little dogs, though. She’s incredibly mobile and I can clean up her poop with one hand (I have small hands). I’m sure when the time comes, the right dog will find me. In the meantime, I’m having fun with Sweet Pea, Lillie, Bourbon, Kenzie and all the other dogs in the neighborhood!

“A dog will quickly turn you into a fool, but who cares? Better your dog than your boss. I’m a fool for my dog and proud of it.” ~ Unknown