Oh man, is Pfeifer ever a dreamboat! What a nice, nice little dog she is.
And I do mean little. She’s short and stocky and square and extra snuzzly too! The perfect size for a lap cuddle. And this little hussy will cuddle anyone. Kids, cats, old people, perfect strangers – if they’ve got a lap, she’ll sit in it and smile at them all the live long day.
She’s good natured, obedient, loves her human… sleeps quietly in her crate at night, rides quietly in her crate in the car, doesn’t run off when we are out and about on the property and gets on with all creatures great and small.
Okay, *almost* all creatures. There are three kinds of animals she doesn’t get on very well with.
She’s not awesome with the chickens … although she is magic because she did solve the mystery of my missing bantam hen.
About two weeks ago, my itty bitty hen vanished from the coop. One day she was out there scratching and pecking and peeping with the other hens. The next – gonzo.
After about three days I sadly concluded that something, probably a hawk, had snagged her and she was gone for good. I was bummed, as she and Paquito, her husband, were my first Animal Control chickens and my very first fancy chickens.
Two days after that, my landlord’s daughter told me that my “tiny chicken” had been wandering around the lawn that afternoon and drinking from the doogie wading pool, and why wasn’t she in with the other chickens? I figured she’d seen a robin or something, and in my best condescending ‘I’m not a parent and don’t really understand or appreciate children’ voice I said “suuuurrre you did sweetie.”
So of course the next day when I took the dogs out in the morning, there was my bantam hen sitting in the coop as pleased as punch. Huh.
But by the end of the day she was gone again, and was gone for several more days. This has been going on for the last week or so – she makes a brief appearance and then disappears again, and I could not for the life of me figure out where she going for days at a time. Cheating on her husband? Scoping out a new coop?
Today Pfeifer SPROINGED! on something in the shrubbery about 10 feet from the coop and came up with my hen in her mouth. I chased her down to retrieve my chicken and made a mental note – no chickens for Pfeifer. But on closer examination of the pouncing spot, I discovered a whole nest of itty bitty bantam eggs hidden in the grass!
Maybe I’m going to be a grandma. Or whatever.
And even though Pfeifer is not good with chickens, she is very obedient so once I told her not to go near the hen again, she didn’t and hasn’t. Good girl.
She is also not good with sheep. The reason Pfeifer was surrendered to rescue is that she did some serious damage – twice – to her previous owner’s sheep. Seems Pfeifer has a leetle taste for mutton.
And that’s it! Those are the only creatures on earth that do not get on well with Miss Pfeifer.
Excuse me? I think you forgot someone?
You send her back to where she came from, and I won’t tear her face off. Deal?
For a dog that looks remarkably like her, TWooie does NOT like Pfeifer. He’s being a real dink to her. This is shocking, I know ;-) She takes him on now and then, but mostly she just tries to stay out of his way while he stalks her around, grumbling away.
Maybe he’s angry because she has taken over his wrassling with Springaling duties.