Stetson, My Stetson

Stetson, my Stetson

I thought I would write a little post about my little pup, who is known as Stetson (or bitty, bitty-boo, princey-poo, momma's preshus boy, princess stetson, daddy's boo), this dog has more nicknames than I don't know what. He is so dang cute! Which is a good thing because he is spoiled rotten! He sleeps in our bed, licks our plates if we eat on the couch and regularly poo-poos and pee-pees in the house (although he has gotten better about that - knock on wood - now I know I am going to go home to a lovely present). He is probably the cutest dog who has ever lived. He is a three year old Maltese and has so much personality, I swear he understands English. He sniffs in response to things. Stetson - do you have to go outside? - sniff, Stetson - do you want breakfast? - sniff sniff, Stetson, where is monkey (or giraffe, moo-cow, lazy monkey, graham, bittybear or any other toy)? - sniff sniff sniff, Stetson - please got off the couch - righteous indignation sniff. He also barks - but only at J. When J asks him if he has to go outside, bark, or when J gets home from work, bark bark bark bark. He is such an odd little dog! But, he loves me, and I mean luuuuuurrrrrrves me. He sits and watches the door until I get home and when I do, he sniffs, snorts, jumps and licks. I often say, if only J would do that when I got home from work!