I met the cutest little doggie this weekend.
This is my aunt's new dog, Mellie:
She's so teeny-tiny, you wouldn't belive it. She's a mix between a Yorkshire-Terrier and a Pug and 5 months old. Mellie is even smaller than my cat (!) and I guess she won't grow that much anymore. So small, but such charm!
I fell completely for this lil fella.
So, two new things happend to me within five minutes of meeting Mellie: first, I never could have imagined to have a small dog. I like small dogs just fine, but always wanted to have big ones. Second: until this weekend I felt I wasn't yet in a position to even think about another dog.
But within a few minutes, she had me. I really would have loved to keep her. If for some reason my aunt would have said she can't keep her I would have put Mellie into my bag (fits easily) and wouldn't have thought about it twice. ♥♥♥
But of course my aunt is totally into her little sweetie. The two are a wonderful team.
I'm freshly in love, kind of!
Small dogs do have plenty advantages: the girls could help with walking the dog; it's much easier to find a dog-sitter for a small dog when you're on vacation; the kids always wanted to have a small dog (additionally to Max of course, they loved him dearly); small dogs don't need that much excercise; it's easier to take them with you for vacations; people are not afraid of them; and so on.
Now I'm thinking seriously about having a dog again, and about possibly looking for a small dog, or at least being open to any size of dog. But I will be on vacation all of July, so nothing will happen until August an least. I won't start looking at those online pages for poor homeless dogs because when I do, I know it wouldn't take long and some creature would melt my heart.