Family Dogs

Pictures taken yesterday at my parents' house, then after we got home.

Chester, my parents' dog, is the world's greatest, but most unphotogenic, dog ever. He's fifteen, and still acts like a puppy. He never stops moving and his tail never stops wagging. One of their neighbor was just saying to them, "We moved here fourteen years ago, and Chet was running around the yard then. He's STILL running around the yard. How old is he?!"

My brother, his wife, and two of my nieces stopped in to visit my folks with their dog Mishu. Sshh... don't tell my brother, but Mishu is supposed to be a Shih Tzu, but looks more like a Pekingese to me. Regardless, he's very sweet and adorable. I haven't seen him since he was a pup, and he's about two and a half now. Mishu was one of the deciding factors in me getting a small dog myself. I wanted a BIG dog, and was leaning towards getting a retired greyhound. Fritz wanted a small dog, and always talked about his grandma's Peke, Ming.

Upon meeting Mishu as a pup, my resistance was weakening. Then we had a string of very sweet and funny Pekingese at work, and... it was all over for me.

Now, I can't think of any dog that's a better match for my lifestyle. Playful and energetic, yet independent. Loves to go for walks, but tires out at about the same point I do.

I still love greyhounds, and still want one someday, but it's nice having a more portable dog. And one that only eats about a cup of food a day. And one whose poop is about as small as cat poop.