Portia sleeping on the ceiling.

Portia is our 15 year old chihuahua.  She has Doggy Dementia, doesn't recognise us sometimes. Has decided she would like 3 meals a day, probably because she forget she had the last one. Once a home body but now has taken to wandering off at speed, in the last direction you would imagine her choosing. The vet says she has the heart of a puppy and apart from being almost blind and mostly deaf health wise she is in great shape. Her personality towards strangers needs a bit of work but that's not the fault of her age, she has always been a bit intolerant. At least three times a day she does a very energetic 'Dinner Dance' which is really quite cute and bosses her younger but much bigger sister Tilly around with aggressive finesse. The rest of her days are spent sleeping, resting, napping or relaxing. She has a little Cave for a bed complete with leopard skin mattress and real baby lamb skin . When she hops into bed the task of energetically preparing her bed for the night is hilarious bunting, humping, mouthing (she is dentally challenged) digging and disturbing the bed until on this occasion she ejected the lamb skin, circumnavigated the room coming to rest on the roof of the cave. Either frustration, exhaustion, inability to perfect the ideal sleeping arrangement or in her bewildered state, believed it was fine she promptly went into a snore laden coma like sleep on the ceiling of the cave. It was cute to watch the amount of effort she exerted to reach her satisfactory repose position.

We love her to bits and know that she is in the 'Departure Lounge' but it is our mission in life to make her as happy as possible.

She is a very well travelled little dog, having been to every state Barr Tasmania & Western Australia. She knows all of my secrets and she trusts me implicitly. She does have one annoying vice, she enjoys rolling in things, the more unpleasantly scented the better. She once had 3 baths in 30 minutes because each time she ran into the garden and rolled in chook manure, dead worms and fresh wild organic duck poop. 

Her favourite past time used to be walking for miles on the beach and did it everyday but now she has forgotten her daily passion and often has a blank stare into space whenever we take her or try to remind her. 

I am eternally thankful for the love we have shared for so Many years and hope to enjoy her company for a long time yet.

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