MLMM Saturday Mix 7-22-17
I am a very handsome, full breed, because that is indeed very important, Shih tzu, and that is the correct pronunciation. It has a silent “t” in it, and even though some humans say it wrong intentionally, it does in my opinion, demean our proud heritage.
However proud I may be, I have to admit the curse of being the runt of my litter (what an unfortunate word, really!). I was small and had a lazy eye, so when everyone else in my family were purchased, I was left to linger on smelly, soiled newspaper clippings in a glass box at the mall’s pet shop. Do you like being poked, stared at all day? Of course not, and none of us pet shop offerings do either!
A friendly, sweet girl came by the pet shop every day, lifting me carefully, scratching my ears, hugging me. I loved this girl, she was gentle and caring. One day I actually was thrilled to see her discussing me with the shop owner. Since I was growing and by his estimation not a perfect candidate for adoption, he gave her a discount. Such is life for those of us who have owners. Owners, not parents. We are not children. We may choose to act like a three year old at times, but that is usually put aside with love and training. Maybe we are vaguely similar to children, but I digress.
My life was perfect with this young woman until she decided to marry and have children. Those disgusting, two legged pull on your ears and tail, stepping on your toe, horrid little humans. I became the third, no, fifth wheel in her vehicle of life. I no longer received the attention I, of course, deserve and showed my discontent by nipping, no, not biting, a little nip! Well how would you react if someone was toddling around and landed on you, laughing? I had enough. I showed it in actions best not reported here.
As a result I ended up in a different home, known by my sweet girl human, as “mom and dad”. My new adventure started and my true personality respected. I was revered, loved and catered to. What a life!