Skeeter is….
Our sweet little Terrier/Chiquaqua(?) mix buddy of 12 years. Pound Boy. Runt. Mascot. 15 lbs. Like a muscley fawn. He’s so cute and sweet it’s enough to make ya cry. Yet…he’ll hike for miles. (Martha sewed him a nice felt ski jacket.) He races in great big circles, banking way over at very high speed. Like a race horse. He pumps.
When he puts it in Big Speed gear from regular run, he rises up, his shoulders come up and he starts pumpin. His ears really lay back then. He entertains well.
He used to be required at all parties. But he’s gettin on in years, so we avoid the loud noise and long hours a bit. He sits in your lap like a firmer cat. Very nice fur. He presses up against you subtlely.
All our friends love him and think he’s the greatest. They were a bit unsure when they first met him, but when they saw him pump around a parking lot, they knew they’d met a winner.
He acts like a very big, mature dog. Nothing rash about Skeets. He walks very nicely and proudly on leash, unlike our bad new German Wirehair (he’s above all that). Squirrels are his specialty. Has a coon-hound bark. Go figger.
OK, you let us know about your marvel dog, if you think you can!
-JP
