Since I recently wrote an anecdote about my cat, how about one about my dog?
I have a small dog. A miniature dachshund, to be specific. A short-legged dog who is long on loyalty and determination.
The other day, when I walked into the bedroom, I noticed that her round, very large bed wasn’t under the window as usual. I glanced to the far side of the room, and there I spied it. It was at the foot of the bed. Later, I discovered it was closer to one side of the bed. I had no idea what happened.
Oh, what the heck! I thought, and I moved the little bed back under the window.
The same thing happened again the next day.
Several days later, I caught the little culprit in the act.
Swish. Drag. Swish. Drag. Drag.
There was the perpetrator in the broad afternoon light: My little dachshund clamping her tiny jaws on the backside of her bed and dragging it across the room. Mind you, the bed is about a good four and a half feet in diameter. Mind you, she is less than two feet long.
Perseverance and strength, even from the smallest creature. It’s admirable.
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The Mig Midget strikes again.
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Mighty Midget, indeed. 🙂