Meet Lilly Rescued 2004

While I’ve only had a real name for a few weeks, I already know when someone says “Lilly” they want me. Right now I live in St. Louis with four other little ones like me, and the nice man who rescued me from three years in a crate having puppies after puppies. Three of the other little ones are what I’ve been told are Brussels Griffons, but they are all about my size and look like me. There’s two boys and a girl and we all get along pretty good. But the fourth one is the same as me, an Affenpinscher. He’s only half my size, but he bothers me! I’ve had to learn how to share my dad with them. I also don’t really care for anyone too much bigger than I am. The neighbors have some big dogs that bark all the time and they scare me. I like everyone to be my size.

I’m really diggin’ the treat situation because I’ve never had treats before. I’m also learning about going to the bathroom outside. I go every time we go outside, but sometimes I need to go before the next time and sneak off to the bedroom….. But, I never go in my crate! I also have learned about toys, but I don’t like to share them! When those griffs take my toys, I have to growl a little bit, but if that little guy takes it, I let him know who’s boss! He never wins, unless Dad breaks us up and then I get in trouble. But I didn’t even know what “NO” meant until I got here. It just takes me a little while to understand it sometimes. And I also can’t always tell when the others are playing or fighting. All that growling and barking is confusing! My dad says they are playing, but I usually join in with my dukes up, which gets my dad upset. Why do they growl if they are only playing?

I started playing “Rodeo Roundup” following my new friends from couch to couch, but I landed wrong and broke my leg. It’s in a cast right now, but that doesn’t slow me down. I think I only have another week or two in the cast and then I can play again, but I’ll be taking it easy and now that I’m getting a good diet, my bones should get to be a lot stronger.

I don’t like sleeping alone, so my new dad puts me in a crate and lets me sleep in the bed with everyone else. He’s afraid, I’ll fall off and break my other leg, but as long as I am in the bed, it’s ok with me being in the crate. I only eat in my crate so Dad has to feed me at night when we go to bed. I don’t like eating from the bowl that’s all out in the open. I also don’t like being left in the crate when Dad leaves. I usually cry for a while, but not too long because he always comes back for me. He even takes me to work and where I have to meet new people. I’m not too sure why I need to meet other people, but Dad says it’s important to “socialize.” My dad says that I am definitely a velcro dog because I have to follow him from room to room and sit by him all the time. I don’t like being alone, and being with the other little guys just isn’t the same as being with my dad.

I don’t have any heartworms, but I have to eat this huge thing every month to make sure that I don’t get them. I also just had my teeth cleaned and a little surgery so that I don’t have to have babies for anyone again. I’ve let my dad bathe me, dry me and grind my nails. I didn’t even mind when he pulled the hair out from my ears! And oh yeah, I even do this nifty little jig they call the Affen dance!