Millie is our little house dog. She is 4 years old or so, we've lost count. A tiny yorkie-poo makes one think of a dainty little lap pooch, but Millie is anything but that. She has killed chickens twice her size. She has attacked dogs 10 times her size. She has bowled over mama skunks (and lost). She catches flies in mid-air (see photo above).
She rolls in whatever stinky decaying piece of organic matter that she can find in the yard. Then we give her baths. Averaging one per day for most of this week. Kelley has given her four baths in six days and Arnie has given her one.
She killed a mole a week ago (good), but continues to roll on it daily. We will give the mole a proper burial if only we can find it. Arnie saw it a few days ago and didn't think to bury it then. Now it has been moved and has decayed to the point that you can't see it in the grass. Until it melts completely, we'll just keep giving the strange little dog a bath every day.
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