Spaz
This Yorkie mix is a bolt of energy. He’s spastic as hell, and behaves much like a perpetually-moving bouncy ball.
He loves to see how high he can jump. When he’s outside playing, he loves to jump really high, to peek in the kitchen wind
ow to see what I’m doing.
He and Izzy are cousins. Spaz grooms Izzy by licking her little face. She usually doesn’t mind. But sometimes, when he has an ulterior motive, she runs under the bed or coffee table. (Being neutered doesn’t seem to have had any effect on Spaz.)
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paz, unfortunately for us, had motion sickness…in the car, in the van, in the bicycle Burley Trail Wagon. I tried everything–ginger tea, doggie Dramamine, children’s benadryl, rubbing his ears, prayers, dog whisperer music CD. I was about to find him a good home on oodle.com when I tried one last thing. Reason with him.
Silly, but it actually worked. I took his spastic little face in both my hands (to keep him focused), and explained why he could not go with me and Izzy to Alaska. I gave him one last chance—a week-long RV camping trip before we made the long trip up north. I’m proud to say, Spaz is still with us today.
In this pathetic picture , Spaz is sad to be riding in the cage, while Izzy wonders why he gets to play with pukey newspapers and she has a warm, fluffy bed!
One of Spaz’s favorite past-times now is roadtrippin’ and helping set up the RV.
Spaz…being Spaz!
