Favorite Walk: Minnehaha Creek & Mississippi River paths
Best Tricks: "Dribbling" the basketball, waving, shaking hands, rolling over, crooning to fiddle or harmonica
Arrival Story: After we picked Dewey up at the breeder's, my husband Brien pulled off onto the exit ramp and drove into a rest stop ringed by farms. Dewey tore to the end of the leash, zigzagging back and forth, but he settled down as I led him to a sod mound where he could sniff the grass. His nose to the ground, the little terrier trotted along right beside me. On the other side of the lot, where the big rigs parked, a truck driver swung down from the cab of a semi. He strutted toward the Pepsi machine, his boots pointing outward as they struck the pavement. A huge silver buckle separated his torso from indigo-sheathed legs. Dewey, barely big enough to peer over the dandelions, spotted the trucker across the lawn. The pup took an equally macho posture all four legs spread in a ready stance, tail erect, ears pulled back, eyes fixed on his rival--and growled.
(From Dog Ma, the forthcoming memoir about a yoga teacher who becomes "Mom" to a puppy.)
Bio: Graduated with honors from puppy kindergarten (despite an inability to play nice with others).
Kicked out of flyball tryouts for hording all the balls (and not playing nice with others).
Junior Earth Dog Champion (was going for his Senior title when he was diagnosed with Lyme disease and it got a bit too hard to make those sharp turns in the tunnel).
Champion backyard (and indoor) grrrrrrball player.
Dog Ma: Cute, cuddly, sweet: these seemed the essential qualities in a little one. So despite early signs that Dewey might not be all of the above, I didn't want to know about it. A few months later, when we got his pedigree papers from the American Kennel Club, my husband and I learned that Dewey's lineage included not Dukes and Duchesses, but dogs with names like Bo Bo and Hell's Angel. We'd already figured out by that point that Dewey was no Little Lord Fauntleroy, so it came as no surprise that his relatives seemed more like bikers than members of the royal court.