Feb
Day Two of My Michigan Bloggers is Sarah from Sillygrrl. Sarah is such a creative lady and she’s got a cute rat terrier like Liko (who after reading this post they share a lot of the same behaviors!). I’m hoping that some of her gracefulness in aerial yoga will rub off on me! Her blog is filled with a lots of happy and is definitely a ‘never marked as read’!
Enjoy!
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Since Ria is on vacation in sunny San Diego and won’t be posting any pictures of her cute puppies for a week I thought I’d share a few of mine. I got my rat terrier, Slayer, last year from a rescue organization and it has been 10 months of complete entertainment.
{via Sarah}
Slayer loooves attention. He’s not the sort of dog that will lay down and chill while everyone moves about the house. He’s my little shadow. The second I step foot on the stairs to go to another room, no matter how comfortable or sleepy he is, he’ll be right behind me.
Slayer is a little OCD about his food. He’ll run across the room, skidding up to his bowl, sniff his food and then take off in the other direction, sliding to a stop in the living room. He then repeats this spastic combination four or five times before finally setting down to eat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him just walk up to his recently-filled bowl and eat.
He also gets what we call “the zoomies” where he runs around and around the main floor of the house, then upstairs, jumps on my bed, races back down stairs, a few spins on the living room rug, around the dining room table a couple times before diving onto his bed. Pretending to chase after him starts the zoomies all over again.
One of the questions I always get when new people meet Slayer is “Is he always like this?” Meaning…is your dog always such a spaz? With new people he’s all running and barking and trying to get my attention. He’s my little guard dog. But no, when it’s just us he’s the sweetest, most cuddly dog I’ve ever met. If I’m laying on the couch reading he will wiggle himself into the smallest space possible and then roll onto his back so I will scratch his spotted, hairless belly.
{via Sarah}
I can’t say enough good things about adopting a rescue dog instead of getting one from a breeder or pet store. While there are always things to work on, like jumping and going potty in the house, nothing compares to the look of excitement on his face when I get home from work every day. Slayer was likely abused in his previous home, so I know that by bringing him into my life I’ve made his a million times better.
