Shih-tzu... sweeper too!

I used to call Zacchaeus a vacuum. He has a way of eating all the nibbles on the floor. Maybe now I should call him a broom. It seems he also has a way of sweeping up all the nibbles on the floor. (Especially when he is desperately in need of a haircut. I know, poor little guy… it’s over a hundred outside, and he’s still dressed for winter!)

Never mind the fact that when I took him in for an ear infection on Thursday, the veterinary assistant asked me if the kids had macaroni and cheese for lunch. (Why, yes! In fact, they did!) She then pulled a cheesy elbow noodle out of his woolly Wookie coat. (He does look a lot like an Ewok , but with the crazy mass of hair he’s got right now, he’s more like Chewbacca.)

That could have been embarrassing, but I am pretty much past the point of embarrassment. My monkeys have given me plenty of opportunities to become desensitized to embarrassing moments (i.e. grocery shopping). I just laughed about him being a little dust mop dog. He picks up all kinds of goodies when he walks around… especially when he walks in the kitchen at mealtime.

Last night was spaghetti night. As we were finishing up supper, I looked below me to find

Zacchaeus again… adorned in more pasta. By the looks of him, he spent the meal underneath B#4 who eats her spaghetti without the sauce. It gives a whole new meaning to “angel hair,” doesn’t it?

This afternoon, the kids and I were out picking blackberries when Blessing #2 says, “Look at Zacchie, Moma! He’s all grassy!” I looked. Indeed, he was. Very grassy. The dog found the patch of dead grass and apparently rolled around in it. Let me tell you, dry grass does not easily brush out of a woolly Wookie’s hair. It doesn’t vacuum out with the little dust buster, either. But tickle him, and a dog with shake a most of the grass onto the rug.

And, look at that! I even caught him licking the air again.

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