You wouldn’t think a little thirteen-pound dog could be evil, would you?
This is Gidget. She was a rescue dog. We got her in August of 2007, and she was about 1-2 years old. As best we can tell, she’s part chihuahua, part terrier of some sort, part cat, part mountain goat, part kangaroo, part force of nature, and thinks she’s a ninja Yellowstone wolf living in exile amongst humans.
She is psychotic has issues.
One of her many issues is she unmakes our bed.
Normally, this would not be a problem, because I am hit and miss on making our bed. However, since redoing the floors in our bedroom and rearranging the room and actually having it look halfway decent, I’ve been making the effort.
Apparently, Gidgey (one of her many nicknames) doesn’t appreciate it. I can pull the quilts and sheet up and go in there a few hours later, and the pillows will even be at the foot of the bed, the covers ON THE FLOOR. Or partially on the floor with a Gidget-sized lump under what’s left on the bed.
She claims she’s being framed by the bulldog or one of the Labs.
That’s not the extent of her evil, of course. In her time she has destroyed many things, has to be crated when we’re not home because of severe separation anxiety (but she loves her crate), and she tries to play *cough* “ride the pony” with our 80+ pound female black Lab, Holly. Which is hysterical to watch, because Gidget gets to going like the Energizer bunny on speed with the fast-forward button hit.
We have informed Gidgey that she is neither the right gender nor the right size to play that game.
Holly just lays there and waits for it to be over, she’s ten and is beyond caring whether something is dignified or not.
The first Christmas we had Gidget, my husband forgot to clip her crate door when he left her at home to run an errand. He had been in the process of decorating the Christmas tree. He found when he returned (I cannot make this stuff up) in her crate she had dragged a box of glass ball ornaments and a bag of ornament hangers. She also chewed through two strands of lights laying on the floor. Fortunately she had not broken any of the ornaments.
I told him well, she watched you decorating the tree, she wanted to decorate her crate. *LOL*
She is a 130-pound dog in a 13-pound body. My mother knits her little doggy sweaters. (Which, actually, she used one this morning because it was bloody cold here in SW Florida.) She actually did make a cameo appearance in one of my books. In “Love Slave for Two,” the little dog Peggy Kinsey refers to when she’s having her private chat with Tyler is based on Gidget.
We are pretty sure Gidget is intent on world domination, but we haven’t yet discovered her evil plans. Once we do, we’ll let you know.
Evil personified.
We have a neurotic dog as well. What’s funny is: the dog we got from the pet store is wonderful. The dog we bought to keep him company was from a fancy breeder and she is the crazy one! She doesn’t like people, pees on the floor when she’s excited, has ear infections, heart murmur, and now back problems. The other dog is fine.
I’m glad Gigdet found someone to love her and take care of her though. Kudos to you!
Thanks Aubrie! Yes, Gidget is something else. We’re not sure WHAT that something else is, but we love her. All our dogs are either retirees from the service dog program we used to raise for, or shelter adoptions/rescues.
I much prefer a mongrel from a friend or the local shelter to any of the ‘purebreed’ ones. Keep in mind that the great majority of purebreeds are highly inbred. In humans and most other mammals, that translates to sub-standard.
I’m sure some of the fancy breeders trade animals with other breeders and carefully track bloodlines, but the great majority are only interested in a fast buck and that means breeding in-house and selling as many pups as possible.