Millie was endearing. Most people initially responded to her the way Adreanne did. I've written about this in a previous post, but when Adreanne first met Millie, she picked up this 5lb puppy, who fit in the palm of your hand, turned her around to look at her from all sides, and said something like "Seriously? What the hell is this?" It was certainly true when Millie was a tiny puppy, but it remained true all her life: she was a bizarre little thing.
Nonetheless, I can think of no one she couldn't and didn't win over. Not even Zane, who loved to scare her and joked about eating her for lunch. But she didn't win people over by fitting any mold. She was no one's idea of what a dog should be. She was not exactly what anyone wanted her to be (except, perhaps, me). She did not endear herself to people by being what they wanted her to be but by making people love her freakish silliness. She said to the world, "Yeah, I'm gonna treat pumpkins and other winter vegetables like aliens. I'm going to get really really mad at my tail. I'm going to spend hours licking the furniture. I'm going to generally be a handful and unlike any dog you'll ever know. And you will love me not in spite of it but because of it." There's something to be said for a 20lb dog who took on the world and demanded that it love her (and give her its bananas) just the way she was.
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