Named her “Fauxie” (pronounced Foxy). Now part of the crew with Doxie, Dixie and the rest. I use her to torment the pack. While they are outside on the deck, looking in, I’ll sit and pet her and love on her. They actually don’t seem to GAF. They know the score. I’m pretty sure they would tear her to pieces if they actually got ahold of her, though.
She’s a bit creepy, and stares at you all day with those dead eyes. My wife, the prankster, set her up on my nightstand after I went to sleep, so the first thing I see when I wake up is her, staring at me.
Holy crap. I was expecting a new baby in the Gato household. Yea, I believe the killers would have that shredded in record time. I hope potty training goes well.
If you can’t jump into the Jeep*, you don’t get a ride!
Yeah, she can “lie down” and “play dead” pretty good.
*Doxie gets a pass. He was run over, twice, had all his hind leg bones and hips broken, recovered from that, later developed IVDD, was paralyzed, but totally recovered. ***He ***gets lifted into the Jeep. That fucker is a Hero, and hopefully will dig my grave, with those huge dappled otter-paw-like front feet.
Weiner Dog Trivia: How much lift on a stock Jeep XJ is too much for a Doxie? Answer: About 2.75 inches.
I would’ve guessed you lifted them all up. It’s amazing they can jump up into a jeep. My little beagle can’t manage to jump on the sofa without help. She is kinda obese, though.
Naw! Those other three are so fit, they make Michael Phelps look like a gamer. But they do have a limit. And that limit is around 2.75 inches lift on a stock Jeep XJ with 31’s on it. Yeah, I surprised they can jump that high, too. But I take them out, and they’ll run for 3 miles on those same little short legs. And want more.
I’ve got 2.5" of lift and they make it 95% of the time. The rest is a Saga. Once Ted hung on the bottom door sill, fighting for what seemed like a minute (probably only a couple seconds), before I quit laughing and helped him in.
My sons Weenie dog is real athletic. He doesn’t have an off switch. Goes and goes. When I dog-sit him he runs my two ragged. Of course the cats hate him. They turn into monkey-cats, they stay up high when he’s around.
The rest is a Saga. Once Ted hung on the bottom door sill, fighting for what seemed like a minute (probably only a couple seconds), before I quit laughing and helped him in.