I’m Pixie, and I’m here to tell you a little secret about why small dogs are basically the *best* thing in the world. I mean, let’s be real—every human loves a puppy. And I get it, puppies are cute and squishy, and they have that perfect, “I’m so innocent I could do no wrong” vibe. But here’s the thing no one ever tells you: small dogs like me are *basically* puppies that never grow up. We’re like the eternal, never-aging cuteness of a puppy, but with a little more sass and a lot less mess.
Let’s talk about food. Or, rather, *not* talking about food, because honestly, I don’t eat much. I mean, I’m small—so, naturally, my stomach is small too. You can feed me one tiny scoop of kibble and I’m good to go. That’s it. That’s the whole meal plan. Meanwhile, your big dog is over there like, “Feed me an entire cow, I’m starving!” Me? I’ll take a treat the size of a raisin and call it lunch. Imagine how much money you’ll save on groceries! I’m basically the budget-friendly puppy you never knew you needed.
And here’s where it gets really fun. Big dogs need *so much exercise*. Like, “let’s go for a run” kind of exercise. I’m not about that life. No, no. I’m the kind of dog that’s happy with a leisurely stroll around the block. I’ll sniff the same tree for five minutes, maybe do a little spin, and call it a day. I’m not trying to do marathons; I’m trying to do *cuddles*. So when it rains, you can bet I’ll be on the couch with you, living my best life while your poor giant dog is looking at you like, “I need a run, NOW.”
And don’t even get me started on the yard. Some of those big dogs need acres of land to run around in, but not me. A small yard? Perfect. That’s *plenty* of room for me to chase after my squeaky toy, do a little zoomie, and then settle down for a nap. Honestly, I’m not sure what the point is of having a huge yard if it’s just full of grass and dirt. Give me a few square feet of grass and I’m good. I’ll chase a butterfly for a minute, then lie down and take a nap in the sun. Meanwhile, the big dogs are like, “Why is this so small? I need *more* space.” But you know what? Small yards are actually *perfect* for small dogs, because we don’t need a whole park to be entertained.
And let’s talk about the best part: I’m like the world’s best puppy that never ages. You know how some dogs grow out of the “puppy phase” and start being all mature and responsible? *Not me.* I’m always going to be the same. The same adorable, sweet, tiny thing who can’t help but look up at you with those puppy eyes that basically scream, “Please give me a treat, I’m too cute to resist.” And I know you can’t say no. *No one* can. It’s science. The bigger dogs? They may have their moments, but their eyes? Not nearly as good as mine. I’ve been told my eyes could melt the heart of a stone statue. They say it’s a *gift.*
Plus, I’m always there when you need me. I don’t require much—just a lap to sit on, a blanket to curl up in, and a human who will give me belly rubs when I roll over dramatically (which, by the way, is something I’ve mastered). Big dogs, on the other hand, want to be in charge. They’ll look at you like, “I’m the alpha, I’m the boss, bow down.” Me? I’ll just look at you with those sweet puppy eyes and *bam*, you’re putty in my paws. Who’s the boss now?
And while the big dogs are all busy being “big and powerful,” I’m content being small and mighty. I’ve got all the benefits of being a puppy (yes, the cuteness, the cuddles, the constant need to be the center of attention) without any of the drawbacks. I don’t outgrow my need for attention, so you’re always going to get that “I’m still a puppy, love me!” vibe. And honestly, who doesn’t want to be surrounded by a forever puppy who will never judge you for watching an entire season of a show in one sitting? You think your big dog cares about the plot of your TV shows? No, but I? I’ll sit right there with you, side by side, watching and occasionally stealing your popcorn. You’re welcome.
So, here’s the deal: I’m small, I’m cute, and I’m basically a puppy that never grows up. I don’t need a giant yard or a huge bowl of food. I don’t need endless hours of exercise. I’m just happy to be your permanent little sidekick, looking adorable, getting belly rubs, and occasionally turning into a dramatic fluff ball. That’s my job. And I do it well.
So next time you’re thinking of getting a dog, remember this: bigger dogs are cool and all, but do they have my eternal puppy charm? No. No, they don’t. I’m the tiny, never-aging puppy you’ve always wanted. And I’m *way* more fun than that giant dog who’s just going to eat all your snacks and hog the couch.
You’re welcome.
Love,
Pixie