Two years ago this night, Santa Claus (aka Allen Voortman) met me at Janie Tippett's to deliver Petey, a Portugese Podengo pup. He was four months old.
I have not laughed so much and so hard as I have with this little guy. Nor have I cried such tears of frustration.
He is so expressive...
This boy has tried me to no end. "Who's the boss?" seems to be the running theme. The answer is whoever has the controls of the shock collar he's been wearing for 9 months. What a game-changer! Half the time I don't know where the controller is now. But just putting that on him each morning reminds him, and me, that he is still a terrier.
Babe was with us for a year. She was a great help teaching him dog manners in a way I never could. She's not with us anymore, but I'm grateful for her help.
During our two years together, he was charged with two felonies of fowl play. When the statute of limitations runs out on those charges, I will share those stories.
Petey had a homecoming of sorts a few weeks ago. Guess which one is his mother, Toto? She was easily annoyed by his wanting to PLAY, but she soon let him know she wasn't interested. Of her litter of six pups, Petey is the only one colored like she is.
A friend who recently saw Petey after a year's absence asked me, "Katherine, is Petey on Valium?"
Nope. The boy is growing up and calming down. I'm so proud!