Pippin is a brown and white shih tzu who weighs about 6 pounds. He is a barker and a biter. I am working on a data project so came home a bit early to work on it from home (mostly to save my neck and have some focus) and he saw me and yelped. "Ruff!" Then he said it again. "Ruff!"
His brother and sister, Merry and Princess, each cocked an ear. I usually talk back to him so shouted back, "Give me a couple hours you mangy mutt." Then I went upstairs to work. Headphones on my ears in blissful silence.
When I came back downstairs, it was time for the dogs to eat. Hubby and Suegra watched a soccer/futbol game. I grabbed a piece of the pizza my husband had made as I filled the dog's tiny bowls. The shih tzus ate.
I took them outside. They ran in the backyard like maniacs. Animaniacs. In circles at high speeds. It was like watching a live cartoon. Merry who rarely barks, yelped at Pippin and growled. Princess looked on then retreated to a corner to watch them fight.
And Pippin was clearly spoiling for one. Back inside, he yelped at me. I decided to sit in his dog bed. I laid down and taunted him from the large dog bed that fits all three of them. Pippin got very angry and ran in circles and started nipping and barking at me. I was laughing hysterically. My husband was wondering what the heck was happening (I'm sure), but the game kept him mesmerized.
Then one of Pippin's nips got a lil harder. I decided to put the piranha slash shih tzu to bed in his play pen after calming him a bit and giving him a kiss on his forehead.
Moral of the story is, don't mess with a shih tzu. And definitely, don't take his bed.
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