Trans gender, she pees like a boy.
Trans species, she grooms herself like a cat.
And according to the consensus of all the people who pet her, she's a mix of Corgi, Dachshund, Sheltie, Collie, and Chihuahua. Like all of us, she's not just one thing--and I love it that way.
If I could, I would breed her so she'd show me what she's like as a mama--and so I'd have a puppy like her.
She's also transformed me from a non-walker to walker. Walk is her favorite word. When I announce one of her two walks a day, she runs to her toy basket, grabs a toy to thank me, and zooms around the house in glee.
When I catch her, I put on the leash and off we go.
Her least favorite phrase is Be Right Back--which means I'm leaving her forlorn and alone.
When I started packing my suitcase for my upcoming trip, she gets inside the suitcase. She doesn't know that this time she's not going, but will hear I'll Be Back when I leave her with Cecelia for six days.
Yesterday I voted at the library. While there I found a wonderful book, The Year of the Puppy: How Dogs Become Themselves by Alexandra Horowitz. I started it this morning at the laundromat and can't put it down.
Like the writer, also a scientist, I've always been curious about Luci's life before she was mine. This book is a fascinating account of one puppy's life from birth through her first year as a dog.
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