As my intention with this blog is for my family to see inside my life--get to know me better, how I live, what I do, who are the others in my life, etc--I need to share Sunny with you.
Sunny needed a home. The people who owned her moved into a senior retirement home that did not allow pets. They had a friend who knew me. "You need to take this dog," my friend said and I did. The dog's name was Sunshine, but that was awkward and so I call her Sunny. She was about eight years old and although settled in her ways, she soon made her ways mine. I think she's the cutest dog in the world. She thinks she's a bloodhound. She's a mix of Llhasa Apso and Shi Tzu, mostly black, but with some white markings. We have a good relationship. I feed her and scratch those places she likes to have scratched. She walks me and loves me. She also watches me like a hawk. Don't ask me how, but she can tell if I'm going out. She then stalks me. If I decide she can go (she loves the car) I ask her, "Do you want to go?" Her ears lift and she gets tense. When I say "Yes," she leaps about and makes funny little yelping sounds. Other than that she only barks when the doorbell rings. She loves to have company. Even the UPS guy is a big event. I let her race down the hall and greet the elevator. Then she brings whoever it is back to the condo.
She's a good sleeper and often has dreams in which she yelps, cries, and moves her legs. She also comes in the middle of the night, sits beside my bed and makes a little 'please' sound. I get up, pick her up, and dump her on the bed. I guess she's here to stay.
