Miya, looking a tad matted and scraggly from her life on the run when we first met her at the Devore Animal Shelter.
By John Murphy
It’s been about two months since Miya the Wonder Dog has graced our lives. She is the white toy poodle/terrier mix we rescued from the Devore Animal Shelter.
The match was not love at first sight. Led into our outdoor cubicle at the shelter by worker Melissa, Miya took one look at The Caltrans Girl and me and scurried out the gate.
But the pooch warmed up to us in a hurry once she arrived home and realized we’d provide food and lodging. She lives a charmed life, spending most of her time eating, pooping, peeing, walking and sleeping.
Walks are a major deal. Miya is convinced that whenever I put on my black New Balance shoes or when she hears the jingle of my keys that she is about to go for a walk. She then sprints around the house like a loon until I put the leash on her and open the front door.
If it’s cold the Caltrans Girl outfits her with a sweater. That, combined with her pink collar and the fact she’s a seven-pound toy poodle/terrier does not give her a ton of street cred. This doesn’t stop her from trying to charge and snarl at every German Shepherd, boxer and pit bull in the neighborhood. Fortunately, they are all behind fences.
Miya has her quirks. A few days into her residency here I returned home and could not find her. I scoured every room and there was no dog. Finally, I glanced at the wall in the family room and there she was, perched on the very top of a couch looking down at me. I don’t know why she likes it up there – just part of her uniqueness, I guess.
Miya has brought much to our lives. She takes us outside ourselves, as creatures tend to do when they need to eat or poop or walk and require your attention. She interrupts my episodes of Bonanza and the Big Valley occasionally, but that’s OK too.