Introducing the Littlest Friend


Did you know my shop name, the Littlest Friend, is actually named for my family’s miniature dachshund? I don’t know how it originated exactly, but my siblings and I somehow started referring to Maisie as “the littlest friend.” For those of you who aren’t personally acquainted with her, I figured today would be a good day to give you a quick introduction to the jewelry shop mascot. After all, it seems only fitting to mention the namesake of the business, and who doesn’t love pictures of cute pets?! So without further ado, let me introduce you to the name behind my jewelry making enterprise. She is a funny, bold, little dog who loves…


People. Whenever we take a walk, she is dead set on greeting every single person she encounters, and there is absolutely no stopping her. She’s been known to run into people’s houses to greet them if they happen to leave the door open.

Leaves. Ever since my brother came by the house with a leaf blower, she sprints after any leaf she finds blowing in the breeze or falling from a tree. We had a pretty windy few days last week, and she was frantically running back and forth in the yard, with a multitude of leaves she had caught in her mouth. I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty adorable.


Her best friend. Even though they pretend to be apathetic and indifferent towards one another, I have never seen Maisie sadder than when her best friend Betty leaves to go to the groomer or on a hike. One of my favorite stories about the littlest friend involves her best corgi friend. One day Betty got bit by a huge dog and Maisie tried to chase him down– keep in mind she’s approximately 9 pounds. My mom was able to catch her beforehand, but I always wonder what Maisie would have done had she caught up with the perpetrator.

Sweaters. Yep, we’re those people. But when you live in a place where the winters can easily dip below zero for quite some time, it only seems fair to help a shivering miniature dachshund try to stay warm. And she gets really excited about them.


When the humans wake up. Letting Maisie out in the morning is one of my favorite parts of the day. She gets so excited when people wake up, and her greeting makes it seem like she’s been up all night waiting for you. I have to say, it’s way easier to get out of bed before the sun rises when there’s a small dog celebrating the fact that you woke up for another day 🙂

Blankets. And the softer and fluffier, the better. With the colder weather starting to settle in this time of year, I get nervous to shake out any blankets I find around the house, as it is highly likely Maisie will come flying out.


Laps. If you’re sitting in the house somewhere, it’s quite likely the littlest friend will seek you out and scratch at your feet until you pick her up. I had to take a picture the other day, because I thought it was so weird that she would want to sit with me while I was using my jewelry saw– with copper flakes flying, and a sharp object moving quickly and loudly, I was surprised she would have any interest in sticking around 🙂


The littlest friend also loves meeting new friends, particularly those who take the time to scratch her belly.


So there you have it, the littlest friend in a nutshell 🙂 Thanks for stopping by the blog, and enjoy the rest of your day!


[Top photo taken by my sister, Haley– isn’t it the best picture of the littlest friend??]

2 thoughts on “Introducing the Littlest Friend

  1. Reading this was enjoyable Sara. The personal connection through your little friend not only let others know where the name came from but it shows your heart and humor. Well done … again! I do love Haley’s picture it’s adorable.


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