Looking for “Bee Bee Baby!”
One story that whenever I think of it – I just have to smile to myself – just to think how clever a small baby dog can be. Little Bee Bee Baby was the smallest of “Chihuahuas” that I know of and just so cute. She was so small that I would carry her around like a “show piece” for everyone to see and want to get a better look. For an old “Grandma” little Bee Bee Baby, was my “ice breaker” any where I went – everyone would say something – starting up a conversation.
As the months started to roll by – I would take little Miss Bee Bee Baby, for a walk to the park, and she would get to see all the “giant dogs.” I was always on the alert that one might like to have her for lunch!
On one such walk to the park, a man and his son ask me what kind of dog was this. My reply, “she is a miniature German Shepherd,” and just stood there a minute. They looked and looked and finally said, “She Just isn’t big enough.” “That’s what makes her a miniature!” And, before they would walk away convinced, I just had to say, “The markings on her face look so much like a ‘German Shepherd’ that – that is why I tell people she is a miniature ‘German Shepherd’ and she like me to brag about how brave she is!” So, finally I just continue with my walk.
After one walk, we went into the house, and the phone was ringing – so I took the call and did not pay a whole lot of attention as to where “Littler Miss Bee Bee” went? After the phone call, I started looking for her and could not find her anywhere? I even went outside and started calling her name and the neighbor ask me if he should maybe drive around the neighborhood, and see if she could be found? The neighbor and his son were driving all around and I was walking and calling for “Bee Bee Baby” and nowhere could she be found! Finally, we gave up looking and I went inside and was looking under everything, and in places that she never went, and nowhere – she just had to be lost!
So I went into the living room and was going to sit in my favorite chair, and just as I was about to sit down – there she was. Her tail was wagging a mile a minute – I just could not figure out how she managed to get up there, her legs just are not long enough, or so I thought to jump up there. But, she remembered that I would hold her and keep her on my lap, when I would sit in the living, in the evenings. I guess – for a dog, they remember where they like being with their master’s – and when a phone call takes them away from the master, too long – they will seek “LOVE” in the place that seems to be “HEAVEN” to them!
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