Little dog syndrome

I never thought I’d be one of those small dog owners, yet here I am absolutely LOVING it.

The thing with tiny dogs is, they’re so portable. I know there are risks with small dogs. They aren’t really great guard dogs. I have to stay vigilant against hawks and other larger animals (i.e. almost anything bigger than a bunny).

I realize you don’t hear of 10-pound Shih Tzus protecting their owners from, say, a bear. I’m not worried.

If necessary, I can pick Jackson up, and we can run. Not very fast, mind you, because I’m not a track star and his legs are 2 inches long, but we can make an effort.

Size. On the other hand, smaller size does NOT mean smaller dogs are more affordable. They are not.

Nova Grace developed Addison’s disease a few years ago. If you have to have a dog with a disease, Addison’s is, I’m told, the one you want to have. After a frightening near loss of life, much prayer and salvation, she was saved by a very dedicated friend and some amazing veterinary care.

Her disease is now managed with monthly medications. One of these being prednisone, which means she has the ravenous appetite of a shark.

Properly juiced up, she spends most of her time trying to figure out how to get food, steal food from the other dog, steal food from the cat, and perhaps make food appear out of thin air.

Due to her health issues and because I’m the Meanest Dog Mom

Ever (having honed my skills on parenting humans, it was an easy transition to pets), I do not allow the dogs to have table scraps. If she could dial a phone, she would absolutely have reported me to the Humane Society already.

Due to my being just terrible, I instead spend the equivalent of a car payment on monthly shipments of high priced pet food and

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