About three years ago I brought home a little orange bundle of fur from a far far away land called Indiana. I was told the puppy had a Poodle mom, and Lhasa Apso dad. After a few months we noticed this little girl was... goofy, in a good way!
I caught Hazel the other evening doing her usual thing waiting for Justin to come home. She perches on the front chair looking out the window, and of course trying to spot the neighborhood dogs on their nightly walks.
My only conclusion is that Hazel has a feline somewhere in her lineage. I've never been a cat person, and Hazel is about as close as I think I'll ever get. You should see her pounce on her toys when she's getting ready to play. She stalks it for about 20 seconds by staring it down, she pulls back, then WHAM! she springs onto her toy. Its a tiger move if I've ever seen one.
By the end of most evenings, Hazel is passed out on the couch, either curled up next to one of us, or near a pillow. Maybe she's more human than anything else?
So now you know. Our dog is really a cat, with human tendencies. Should we be ashamed or proud? I have no idea. But we love her, and we plan on cloning her so we always have a Hazel close by, even when we're old and grey. Mainly because she's just so darn cute and loves a good quilt to cuddle up with, night or day.