The wonderful thing about Tiggers
And Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!
But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is
I'm the only one
So says Tigger in Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too.
Well I've got some bad news for Winnie the Pooh's buddy.
Miss Winkle is a Tigger in puppy clothing.
She's certifiably insane in a nothing's-going-to-stop-me-now sort of way.
Nothing is safe with her around. A bowl of food on the edge of the bench is fair game.
Rumple will sit and beg.
Winkle will leap three times her body height to try and pull it down.
You'll find her on the dining room table or at the computer desk.
She's small enough to squeeze between the glass panes of the pool fence and the bars of the security door but she refuses to let that small stature get in her way when it comes to reaching great heights.
One minute she's sitting quietly on a seat during a neighbourly visit to Margaret.
Turn your back and she's climbed up on the window sill and in her eagerness to get any of the mince left behind from bird feeding has edged most of her body under the security bars.
Her fearlessness is terrifying.
You'll find her on the edge of the bath or on the bedside table.
She's in the boot of the car or sitting on your shoulder.
Honestly if there was a high jump event for dogs under three kilograms that one would be a gold medal performer.
Naturally Margaret finds the antics of the "little scallywag" to be most endearing. Like a good Grandma, she makes sure her easy tables are free from tablets or other nasties the little one might get her paws on. She pretends to be annoyed at her - but not at all convincingly. The "see you tomorrow" when we leave is a bit of a give away. And tomorrow the door will be open so Rumple and Winkle can make their own way in between the bars of the security grill when we arrive.