Tight Spaces
We like to toss the dog toys under the couch. Not blinking an eye or slowing her step, Lacey lowers her head and barrels into the 4" clearance under the couch. Her hind legs flatten straight back against the floor and she disappears in less than two seconds.
Miniature Schnauzers were bred to hunt rats, and, as such, are amazingly able to get themselves into small, seemingly impossible places. Lacey is no different.
Getting out from under the couch is a little harder because she can't get up the right amount of momentum. So she comes out a bit on her side, toy in mouth, pedaling her feet as hard as they can against the carpet.
Earlier this morning, B tossed a toy under the couch and under she went with nary a second thought. But this time, she didn't come out.
I got down on my stomach and found her curled in a ball with her head propped on her toy as though it were a pillow. It looked so dark and cozy and happy under there that I wished I could join her.
She emerged fifteen minutes later with pillow face (have I mentioned she needs a haircut?) and a huge yawn. The hard life of a dog.
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I can so picture her doing that.