I have a small dog, Pomeranian/Shi-Tzu. Very cute. Very high energy, even at the age of almost 3.
This morning he had a piece of rawhide, and frantically ran to and fro, looking for just the perfect spot to lay down and chew on it. Poor guy was unable to perch, until I got him a new bone. It must’ve restarted his brain, and now he’s on the couch, happily chewing away.
I got him as a 6 week old pup. His mother, the Pomeranian, had tragically died when he and his litter mates were 3 weeks old. I didn’t know then, but I know now, that made a bit of a difference in his behavior. To this day, he doesn’t like to be on his back, and never ever rolls to display his tummy (submission). When I scratch his tummy, he leans, sort of half way. Otherwise, though, he’s an adorable little dog. Great companion.