Pet talk. I keep waiting to see two things about Jimmy. Does he have any meanness anywhere in his 12 pound body? And exactly how many neurons are we talking about in that tiny head? The answer to the former question, after having had him about 10 weeks is, there is no discernable departure ever from his constant cheerfulness – the bichon breed standard calls it “merry.” Whenever he catches one of the cats, which is less and less often (see neuron discussion), he wags his tail and often licks and invites play. Yesterday he cornered Norby in his dog bed. Instead of evicting her he curled up next to her. Wag wag.
I’m not so sure about the smart part. Francie the aussie is a tough act to follow, she’s smarter than Carl Sagan was. But Jimmy just doesn't seem to “get” some really basic things, and I’m trying to figure out, is he kind of limited upstairs, or is this a guy thing – stubborn looks a lot like stoopid. Take it from one who knows.
