Thursday, April 30, 2009

Size of Pets

I’ve had occasion lately to think about the size of pets. For one thing, my older son and daughter-in-law are visiting from Chicago with their Puli, Piper, who, though not very big, was too large to fit in the cabin of the plane. She is crate-trained and rode in the plane’s appropriate compartment and all went well.

I’m also a lurker on a loop of people who, like me, love Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. One of the recent posts was about how someone acquiring a Cavalier can be sure it’ll stay of a size that will fit in a smaller bag that can fit under a plane’s seats. The answer? No guarantees, although some remain that size. Not necessarily our Lexie, though Mystie certainly would fit.

And then there was the news story about a six-pound Chihuahua named Tinker Bell who was picked up by a 70-mph gust of wind picked up the and carried away. The owners contacted a pet psychic who told them to look in some nearby woods--and there was Tinker Bell! I’d really be freaked out if either my 20-pound Cavalier Lexie or her 10-pound Cavalier friend Mystie got picked up in a windstorm--like Toto, in The Wizard of Oz!

By the way, I attended the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books at the UCLA campus last weekend. It was great! I signed NEVER SAY STY at two booths and had a lot of great feedback from readers who stopped by to buy or say hi. And, yes, some people brought their dogs along to the festival--pups of all sizes.

Yesterday, I participated in the Melody of Words, an event celebrating the published word, at a local high school. No pets there, but a great group of interested students, faculty and other interested members of the community.

How big is your ideal pet?



Feeding the Grey Cells said...

Pets of all sizes, shape and color are fine by priority is they need love and the appropriate room and nourishment for them to grow and flourish.

My hubby tells a story of a "big biker" friend who for years carried a tea cup chihauha around in the inside pocket of his biker vest (even while he was driving his motorcycle). He would be in public and appear to be talking to himself (getting looks from those around) when he was actually talking to his beloved puppy. I imagine most people wouldn't suspect a large burly man to be doting on a tiny little pet. Makes me smile thinking about it.

Terri Thayer said...

Love the biker story. Great character right there.

My cat is normal size, although not when she's in my bed. There her weight seems to triple, no quadruple, when I try to roll over or steal back the covers. Someone ought to study this phenom.

I'd also like to know why she looks so surprised when I get up in the morning. I do it every day, but she always seems stunned by this development.

Linda O. Johnston said...

That's an adorable story about the biker, Feeding the Grey Cells. Who would ever imagine a big guy loving a little dog like that? And, Terri, could be your cat enjoys sleeping in bed with you so much that she'd like to continue all day!

Janie Emaus said...

My parents own a seven pound chihuahua/terrier mix and my daughter has a 70 pound boxer. I'll settle for something in the middle.

Linda O. Johnston said...

That's quite a range of sizes, Janie! Care of each must be quite different from the other.