She's my little "body guard". One of the other dogs come around me, she watches them intently. She thinks she's pack leader. I have to remind her that no, she is not. She only acts like that with Princess and Buddy...she doesn't do that to her parents.
Tazz was the cutie in that litter of puppies. She was the one who always insisted on being held, hugged, or played with. And when she played, she was like a little Tazmanian Devil...hence the name..Tazz. Also, Taz was my favorite cartoon character on Looney Tunes. Tazz was the puppy I had picked out to keep as she was the most "in your face" of the bunch and I just had to laugh at some of her antics. Like scampering up and latching onto my pant leg. Or, being the first to grab a toy and run off with it...and watch a game of tug of war begin with one of her siblings. And she always loved to play rough. And she was the smallest of the whole litter, but I remember she would have some of the others running. I would call her the little "bully". Of course what looks cute when it's a puppy doing it..is not so cute when they grow up and it gets more violent. Which was why, as cute as it was..I had to remind Tazz she couldn't be doing that. It took some time, but I got her convinced she couldn't be so rough with the others.
And oh yeah....Tazz loves her backyard. I have a barbeque pit in the backyard. It's not "in" the ground, it's about 3 feet high, made of brick with an iron grate built into the brick. Tazz loves to stand on it like she's "surveying" her "kingdom". And, like Princess, Tazz also enjoys the little waterfall/pond in the backyard. Actually, those two love playing in water. I turn on the sprinkler and both of them are chasing the water back and forth. Tazz will on occasion jump through it. She thinks that's great. And, when I'm going to head over to my parents, she is right there at the door wanting to go for the ride. She doesn't care where she's going, she just likes the ride. When I have her with me at my parents, she's wherever I'm at. And from what my parents have told me, if I take off with one of my sisters...Tazz pouts the whole time I'm gone. And when I get back, she will be jumping, her tail wagging so hard her whole body is wagging with it.
Tazz, like Sasha, thinks she's privileged. I go to bed at night, and sure enough, Tazz and Sasha are the two who jump on the bed. Guess it's lucky for them they happen to be the "smaller" two of the group. Although Tazz does outweigh Sasha by about 5 or 6 pounds. And she has this little "game" she likes when I'm on the computer. She will stand on the arm of the loveseat, and give a little bark, which I call "Tazzy Talk"..it's like she's having a little conversation. And she will hold out her paw to shake. Or as I like to call it, "Tazzy Paw!". Of course, she's got her tail wagging.
Well, like Princess's story, Tazz's is "short and sweet". She's only going to be 4 years old on New Years. She's got a few more years to add to her story.
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