I finally got a picture of her in which she is not covered with or standing in snow, looking like a yeti. She is a Tibetan Terrier, and, well...let's just say they do things differently in Tibet.
She's a great dog, don't get me wrong, but she has an independent streak that, having lived with a pug for 17 years, seems a bit odd to me. For instance, sometimes she doesn't wake up and come downstairs until 10:00 a.m. My parents will have been up for hours by this time, DOWNSTAIRS, doing their thing, and Nellie is perfectly content to be in a different room on a different floor of the house from them. She walks several miles daily, but has always much preferred the walk home to the walk out. She'll test her four brakes several times on the way out on a walk; and then when her parents turn around to walk home, she is all, as I put it, Queen Victoria on the prow of a ship, head held high, nose forward, hair bouncing in a stately fashion.
Nellie was pretty good with young Dorothy, on the whole. Dorothy would have preferred it if Nellie had been a little more playful, but they did have several good chasing sessions in the back yard. Here's the first few pictures of such a session, when I hadn't yet figured out how to get both of them in the picture at the same time:
And then a few grizzly bear, gnashing of teeth, shots:
And finally, a shot of them indoors, resting, with Dorothy in Nellie's old crate and Nellie lying companionably beside:
That'll do, girls, that'll do.
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