Just a Little Angel

Right from the beginning, I witnessed Petey making choices that showed he is pretty smart. In riding with me, he could not see out from the front passenger seat. So he figured he could see fine while seated upon the console. His style of doing this includes leaning on my right arm while I'm driving. When he gets sleepy, he drapes his head over my arm, while still sitting up, and snoozes. (Remember how Snoopy drapes his head over the top edge of his dog house? Same kind of thing.)

Little mule ears...

"Can we go now, Mom?"

If you look closely at his markings, you will see a white spot on top of his head and white blazes at each shoulder... Halo? Wings? Being enamored with the little pup, I exclaimed, "Why, he's a little angel! And a smart one, too!"

His personality bounced back and forth from being clingy, and at other times, being headstrong and independent. It was winter- not the best time to teach housebreaking, but we muddled through it.

At first he went with me everywhere, but one evening, it was so cold out I had to leave him at home. I left him in the warm bathroom so he wouldn't have an accident on the carpet. Water, dog food, pee pad on the floor- all good. "He's such a little angel," I happily reminded myself as I drove out the driveway.

​A little while later, I came home to this:

Petey- 1; Pee pad- 0

"Well," I concluded. "Maybe 'angel-in-training.'"