She liked to go wherever I was and she liked being outdoors when I was. She has been on multiple camping trips, geocaching trips and hanging out in the yard. If I would ask "Do you want to go camping?", she would get so excited. Even if it was only in the back yard. You could see her grin.
She had my Daddy wrapped around her little paw too. Whenever we went over there to visit, she would always jump up on the recliner with him and share his peanuts. Many times, he would say in a gruff voice "Hey hound dog!" and she just wagged her tail as if she knew it was an inside joke. A Rat Terrier would not be Webster's definition of a Hound Dog.
We always called her "Shaky Butt" because she would get so excited about things and wag her whole back half. If my Mama was watching her and told her "Mama is home", she could just open the back door of her house and Dixie would come barreling across the pasture. It was sad the last few months that she didn't wag at all and the little tail stayed mostly clamped down. She used to jump up on the bed and couch, but the last couple years she had to have help getting up. She walked slow, but she still liked to curl up next to me.
She has a spot in the yard next to a small pine tree. At some point, she will be under it's shade. She'll forever be in my heart. I'm going to miss my baby girl.