Oh, we have quirks all over the place!!!
Suzy, our oldest miniature poodle, is not your average poodle. That is, she's a few fries short of a Happy Meal. She's scared of heights when you hold her but has no problem balancing on the back of the sofa or chair. When she farts it propels her across the room. When you look at her, the two expressions that come to mind are "la la la" and "huh?"
Hailey, our 5 yr old miniature poodle, is a television addict and shameless flirt. Primarily television commercials. She sees a commercial that has a dog in it, she jumps up and barks at the TV, tail wagging furiously. She loves the commercials for "Hotel for Dogs" and "Marley and Me". She especially loves the bloodhound in that cat litter commercial. It's like, the uglier the dog the more her tail wags. Sad thing is, when those ASPCA commercials with Sarah McLachlan come on, she doesn't bark. She did once, but she stopped like she sensed the dogs and cats shown weren't happy, and she cowered next to us.
Tinker, our 5 yr old pekapoo, feels the need to keep DW Lauri from floating away at night. She's been sleeping on top of her at night and gets stressed if she's moved. Odd thing is, she's "my" dog. I look at her and go "boo!" she kisses my nose; DW looks and goes "boo", she jumps away. After DW deep conditions her hair, Tinker likes to roll around in the towel she used. When they used to eat Pedigree, she would eat the lighter colored boned shaped pieces out of the bowl and leave the darker round ones for the other dogs.
Reilly, our 9 yr old miniature poodle, is too smart for our own good. Forget Petsmart training classes ... I'm going to enroll the little bugger at the University of Richmond! He knows his toys by name, which would be cute if he only had 2 or 3 but he has maybe 200 squeaky toys across the house. He plays with them seasonally. Christmas themed in December, Easter themed in the spring, etc. He tends to hold his treats to torture his sisters after they've already eaten theirs, and got so used to us telling them to "stop it" when they tried to take it from him he now barks "rop it" when they get too close to his treats. He taught himself to heel and can heel me or DW on command, apparently learned from watching his older sister Lacy (who has passed away) when he was a puppy.
The biggest thing is that he has learned to trade. He would get greedy with bones and want more and more of them, so DW sat him down and told him if he wanted a new bone he would have to trade an old bone for it. He understood it the first time 100% and immediately started trading. He walks up, gives us a bone, and looks at where the drawer where the new bones are. He's tried several times to get around the rules by trading in a relatively new bone, asking for a dentastik in return, which he gobbles down, and then technically he's boneless and wants the trade back. He had to learn there was one trade a day. He also had to learn that there are no trades after the lights go out, which was initiated after he dumped a bone
in my mouth while I was asleep (little brat!). The latest was he brought a stuffed squeaky bone and tried to trade it.
DW isn't too thrilled that, one time after he burped in her face loud enough to rattle the windows (keep in mind he's only 10 lbs) that I scratched his ears and said "that's my boy", that now he comes up to her and burps, then looks to me for approval.
Until ... one night ... 2:00AM ... he comes up to me, taps me with his paw to wake me up. After I open my eyes and say "what is it, Reilly?"
BRAP!!! two inches from my nose! Oh, then she thought it was the greatest thing.
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His toys, the couch, the bed, my hands, his feet.....you name it...
look but don't let it fool you. It's either him or his partner in crime Petey (pictured below and just as smelly).
