Lovely, lively, little Lady Lexie
We have a new dog at our house. She is a three year old Cairn terrier with a lot of personality.
My husband has always been a fan of big dogs—BIG dogs, the kind they label as giant breeds—so a little Cairn terrier was something new for us. I have to blame my daughter. Last year she adopted a shi-tzu mix. Teddy taught us that little dogs have just as much personality as the big dogs, but they fit better on your lap.
My husband likes to check the SPCA web site to look at the pictures of big dogs, and he started to point out the little breeds to me. We both know that we can’t manage a big dog, and we don’t have a yard to let them play in anymore. The more we played with Teddy, the more I started to think it would be nice to have a little dog of our own. When Lexie appeared on the web-site, we decided to check her out right away.
At first she was a little shy and spent a lot of time in her crate. Then we found a ball. Balls are the best toy ever! Yay! She loves to play fetch, and little dogs can play in the house without trashing your furniture. It’s fun to watch her navigate the legs of the dining room chairs to get the ball that bounced into the corner. She runs back with it and gives it to a specific person. She takes turns. She gets a little annoyed if you don’t pick it up right away, and nudges it closer. Sometimes she just noses it around and makes it squeak.
When we go out for a walk, Lexie means business—no wandering around for her. She trots down the street giving me a good workout. Sometimes I am just not fast enough for her and she has a little skip she does. Finding the good smells is the most important thing for her. Sometimes she finds a good one and just has to lie down and enjoy it. I learned the hard way not to encourage this behavior.
The other day she found a wonderful smell—the best smell ever. It was one of those invisible to the human nose kind of smells; I couldn’t even identify the source. Well, she stopped and sniffed, then got down and rolled in it. My daughter and I had to laugh at her antics. She rolled on her back with her little paws in the air and a smile on her face and wiggled and rolled until the smell was fully activated.
It was not a wonderful smell. I think it was poop. Lexie was very pleased with this new perfume. I decided she needed a bath before she had a chance to share this delight with the family, or more particularly, the sofa. She put up with the bath graciously, but spent the rest of the day in her crate.
She barks at motorcycles—doesn’t everybody? Once a motorcycle drove past our house and she ran out of the crate to the door, barked at it once, then ran back to the crate. We get a lot of laughs just hanging out with her.
So far, she has exhibited no desire to be a lap dog, but we are patient. She lets us pet her now and seems to enjoy it. One day she spent the afternoon on the recliner instead of in her crate. We are still getting to know each other. We have even signed up for training classes—I’m not really sure who will be getting trained, but we should have fun.