My Grandpuppy

I've had Hammie these last few days in anticipation of taking him to the local vet for a little >>>>alteration<<<<. Hammie, who is a 6 month old Bosti-huahua, is one of those little dogs who carries everything too far but doesn't have any idea why. For all his small frame he's bigger than anything he tackles. He has 'killed' more stuffed animals in these last 3 days than the total of all previous visits. He has also given as much as he got from Sammie, my Japanese Spitz. They have played endlessly, bounding through the house and out the back door, then back in, all the while quarreling over a dirty rawhide chew or one of those now soggy teddy bears. All this doggy play is endearing unless you're really pooped and want to take a nap. Then suddenly you become part of the runway for their playtime. Why is that? They don't want you napping because you're not up giving them snackies? Or they just like the feel of a soft, warm playground upon which to wrestle? I don't know. I just know going into my bedroom, closing the door and lying down doesn't work. For all the yelping and whining you would think they were broken hearted, or maybe just remembered that they hadn't seen their birth mothers in many months. More questions. But the sweetest time is when Hammie begs to be in my lap and curls up, falling asleep before his head touches my leg. Finally.