This past weekend has been a real dozy.
On Saturday my little doggie died.
I’ve been really sad as she was just a joy.
First let me tell you that when KitKat was born, she was the tiniest little thing.
When my sister saw her she said – you are keeping this one. I said no – I want to sell her. (At that time I was showing dogs and didn’t plan to keep her.)
However, when it came time to sell her I couldn’t. I just couldn’t! A lady had come to buy one of the puppies, she wanted her. She kept offering more and more money – she was upping the price by $100.00s. I just couldn’t let her go. I didn’t want to keep her but I couldn’t let her go. I think God knew what was best for KitKat and me.
So I named her KitKat since her mother’s name is Sugar. I took her into the show ring – she was so happy and fun. The judge told me that she would have won first place but she was so happy she couldn’t stand still. Yep, that was my happy girl! She did end up winning several blue ribbons later. (EDITED: Because it was asked I will add that KitKat is a Rat Terrier. She was shown UKC. AKC does acknowledge the breed under FSS Misc.)
I did attempt to crate train her. As you can see she had other ideas. She didn't mind being in the crate as long as it was on her terms. She chewed out the back of it and then proceeded to sleep in it anyway!
She was really good. She did have one annoying habit – she barked when people came to the door. She barked and wouldn’t shut up – one day I realized she was saying Hi! Hi! Hi! Only to us it was Arf, Arf Arf! As soon as we said hi or hello to her she would be quiet and just wag her tail.
When she was young, we sat down for dinner at the table and she jumped on the extra chair – she had to lift her chin a bit to see over the table. She was so adorable, I turned to my husband and said, “She’s so cute I can’t tell her to get down. So if you want her down, you’ll have to tell her.” He didn’t say a word. So she sat with us through dinner for many years. We didn’t feed her at the table so she often fell asleep with her little chin on the table.
The thing about KitKat is that she was so much like me. She would wake up happy in the morning, excited to meet the day, just couldn’t wait to go do something fun and then faded as the day when on.
I could barely get my fabrics cut when making a quilt (I cut on the floor) because she wanted to lay right next to me on my fabric. Yep right on the fabric I was cutting.
I am really so grateful to her for being my little dog, for providing me with so much enjoyment and love.
Oh I forgot to tell you, she also had a baby right in my bed as I was sleeping! I had a little bed for her by my bed but I fell asleep and I woke up to a little mew sound, and found a little puppy by my feet, between my sheets!
She was really my baby and really a great joy in my life. I love her and I’m going to miss her.
Kit Kat on our daily walk.