How About a Biscuit?

I noticed I didn't have anything on my blog about our amazing dog, Biscuit...so this post is all about her. She is a Tiny Yorkie. We bought her in Houston at Trader's Village. It's a flea market... and no, she didn't have fleas. She was born on April 16Th, which was Easter that year. She's an Easter Biscuit. Not an Easter Basket. That would have been a pretty cool name, too--Basket. On second thought, it's too much like the nutty pop singer of days gone by that calls his kid Blanket. Biscuit is way cooler. She likes to eat pupperoni sticks for breakfast (I call them Slim Jims) and will occasionally chase them down with her favorite peanut butter cookie treats. She also loves apples (minus the peel) but it gives her acid reflux. That's what the new vet diagnosed, anyway. So, no more apples. She loves carrots and the girl is CraZy about eggs. When she was younger, she absolutely couldn't get enough of them. It was unnatural, really. She also likes these yogurt drops that we find at PetsMart. She is the most fun you've ever had playing fetch, but she makes up her own rules that can get confusing if you're not paying attention. She also rocks at playing hide and seek which as been kicked up a notch since we moved to the new house with 4 levels. I know you think I'm kidding about this, but it's the truth. What else?....

She either loves to take a bath, or is great at pretending...which leads me to the biggest quirk she possesses. Her fascination with the hair dryer. She loves to jump up and try to get it with her teeth. But that's only half the fun. She also does flips. Not back flips. Side flips. From feet standing--over side ways--to feet standing. Her own version of a cart wheel I suppose. She's some dog. And there's more. Let's talk about sweaters. Little dog sweaters. I never thought I would have a dog that I would buy clothes for, but after watching her shiver in the winter I decided it might be worth a shot. Lo and behold. She loved it. Here's a picture of her very first sweater. Yes, she has more than one. I know. Shut up.

Let's continue. Things I love about this dog: She doesn't stink or have a dog smell. She doesn't have bad breath or slobber. She doesn't shed. She plays with the toys we buy her. ALL of them. She escorts me downstairs without having to ask. She doesn't bite or even get grouchy. She wags her tail and dances around every time I come home. She doesn't dig holes in the yard or mess with my flowers. She chases spiders so I don't have to. She never has to think about it when I ask her, "Do you want to go on a walk?" No hesitation. Ever. She just spins around and makes that squeaky-I'm So Happy-noise and waits by the drawer where we keep her leash.

She's just the best. All 5.5 pounds of her. Here's to you little Biscuit.