Monty is my Miniature Pinscher. He’s small and black and loves heights. When I put him on top of the entertainment center, his tail turns into a propeller. Sometimes I catch him sleeping inside my purse. Sometimes I catch him laying on the floor across the room doing nothing but staring at me. He’ll do this for hours.
Monty and I are made for each other. We have so much in common that if he were a person we would finish each other’s sentences.
We both hate the cold. We both love to look out the car window. He has a nervous bark; I have a nervous laugh. We both feel like we’re being picked on most of the time. And we’re both incredibly stubborn with a desire to be independent. But at the same time we just want someone big and strong to be sweet and take care of us.
Because of all this, we completely understand each other.
I know why he needs to be wrapped up in a blanket when he comes in from the snow. I know that he likes to be carried but doesn’t like to be captured, so to pick him up I crouch down very small and he comes right over. I know that such a small dog in such a big world can feel very alone, and it helps to be fed by hand every now and then.
In return, he understands that when I’m sad, he makes himself very small and crawls over to comfort me.
It’s a big world, and I need all the friends I can get.
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