Friday, September 25, 2009

Toy Chest Dog

So, before Mason I'd never had a small dog. The smallest dog I ever had was a completely insane Border Collie (my family had him for about a year, in which time he managed to, literally, steal things from us and hide them in deep graves in the backyard, nip the heels of the German Shepherds he shared the home with, and take a flying leap from our second story... and yet, that's not what ended his time with our family. This dog actually DID have to go live on a farm). Before Mason, I was a Shepherd girl, born and bred; if the dog wasn't at least 70 pounds, it wasn't a dog. But then, we lost our dear Shiloh, and while we knew we needed a new dog around the house ( i needed the smell & sound of a dog immediately), i also knew i couldn't handle having another shepherd that soon.

So we chose Mason. The tiniest thing i'd ever adopted, named or tried to find a harness to fit.
Some days I forget how small he really is (since he's more than twice the size he was when we first got him)... but every time i forget, Mason reminds me... by climbing into spaces not actually meant for him.

Like, for example, this:

As i was setting up the new shelves in "Mason's Area" of the kitchen, i wondered aloud how long it would be before he climbed in with his toys, ET style. It was about 30 minutes, for anyone who had a pool going.

1 comment:

Leeanna Butcher said...

LMAO!!! Mason is AWESOME. :D