I saw someone playing with a Shih Tzu today and it got me thinking about my Crazy Little Monkee Boy.
He too was a Shih Tzu and he loved me. Actually, it was mutual. They are great little dogs and are bred for no other reason than to be little love sponges. Monkee Boy was very good at his job. He would go off to play with Muppet (my Lhasa Apso) Or to make the cats crazy, but he never stayed away for long.
If I were at the computer, he would come and lay down on my foot, for a while. Eventually he needed me to love him and he would stand on his hind feet and nudge me until I stopped and picked him up. Talking to him, patting his head, even giving him a treat wasn’t enough and if I tried to get away with one or even all of those things, I would suddenly find him on my lap when he launched himself at me. It didn’t really bother me. It’s hard to get mad at that kind of affection.
The only real trouble came at night. In the winter it would get cold enough at night that warm hairy bodies snuggled up against me was a welcome thing. However, as cold as it was in the winter, it got hotter in the summer. The cats would disappear, Muppet would find the coolest spot on the tile floor, but Monkee Boy would not leave my side.
Dogs are hotter then we are; they are meant to be. He would start out snuggled as close to my side as he could get. That was bad enough, but at least I could get to sleep. But Monkee was never satisfied with that arrangement and would slowly move up my body until he could wrap himself around my head.
Now I’ve read that when it’s cold if you can keep your feet and head warm you will stay warm all over. I know it works when it’s hot because Monkee’s belly was like a blast furnace and I would wake up covered in sweat.
I would pry him loose, look him in his big melting brown eyes, and beg him, please stay put before putting him down. It never worked. Within 90 minutes, he was back on my head and I needed to wring the sweat out of my sheets.