At almost 10 years old, just being able to see little Tibbe look at me when he's happy with his world is totally golden, as is every wonderful day with him from now on.
Because he's pure terrier, despite his toy size, it's just as golden to get to watch the earthy side of Tibbe outside in the yard in his element when he's sniffing out and exploring all the paths where the squirrels or a stray cat coursed, strong little neck slightly arched as he lowers his head a tad to better catch the scent, ears and tail erect, eyes bright with intent, back straight as an arrow and body stiff with determined terrier mission, he's the picture of a terrier's pleasure at being able to partake in a joyous, natural enjoyment of the instinctive side of his purpose in life - foraging, tracking and hunting.
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |