Nothing Complicated

I love my dog like the ocean loves the moon. Sometimes life need not be more complicated than that. I have no children and no plans for any, which frees me up to spoil my furry baby silly. Ronan is a toy poodle, emphasis on the toy, and has managed to attain the quite significant weight of 3.7 pounds. He won’t get bigger unless I continue feeding him Frosted Mini-Wheats, in which case he might make it up to an entire four pounds. Don't worry, he mostly eats organic dog food, he just prefers whatever I'm eating.

The name is Irish, meaning "little seal" because as a puppy he squirmed around like a baby seal. Lately most people think it is the Japanese Ronin, which is a samurai of some description. I'd like to think my baby looks tough enough to be a samurai, but eight inches probably doesn't meet the height requirement. 

At the moment he is suffering from an ill-advised attempt at hair-dressing because it occurred to me that what every truly manly poodle needs is a Mohawk. It did not come out exactly as planned, and I do draw the line at buying hair gel for a small dog, so we will let time sort that one out. I did, however, use my brother Jacob’s beard trimmer to do both the Mohawk and Ronan’s tiny nether-regions, and he blamed our brother Wilhelm for it, so this is still logged as a win.

Yes, I named my brothers after the Brothers Grimm; no, we are not above playing mischief on each other in our twenties.

Ronan has, in fact, just learned he is a little boy, and has to pee on everything so that the Bernese Mountain Dog and the three Goldens in our development will know that he, not they (who outweigh him approximately 1000% each), owns every blade of grass in sight. He understands the function but the form is still a little shaky, because the leg-lifting maneuver is performed with the back leg of choice and most of his lower body straight up in the air. Can’t picture it? Think flying squirrel, sideways.

Because I am not totally foolish about my dog (read: I am), he usually sleeps in his own bed, except on the occasions he prefers to sleep ON MY FACE. And I do admit that I actually built my tiny dog stairs so that he could climb up on the bed and snuggle with me…