How do they find me? I swear it’s like they know. He came out of nowhere while I was talking to a neighbor, crusted in mud from top to bottom, but very perky. I puth the grabs on him. He needed a bath, badly.
Bathing a Chihuahua is just as messy as bathing Zephyr. This guy does not like water. There is mud everywhere now. My clothes were soaked. Still, he cleans up nicely, don’t you think? How cute is he?
This is what happened when I found Zephyr. No, no, no, I did not want another dog, certainly not a puppy. This little guy squeaks and he’s everywhere. I’m afraid I’m going to step on him.
I smashed up some of Zephyr’s dog food with a hammer and he ate. Finally, he’s settled down on the stairs. His whole little body can curl up on one single carpeted stair!
Zephyr doesn’t know what to make of him. He finally went downstairs and hid. I called the number on the tag but the owner hung up on me. I think he thought I was a telemarketer. I called back, left a message. That was an hour ago. I’ve got a bad feeling about him. And today, of course, is Sunday and it’s pouring out. Sigh. I do not want this squeaky little puppy. He’s adorable, yes, but … universe? Really? A Chihuahua?
After note: the owner finally called back. The little guy traveled over a mile across a very harrowing street to land this far south in the park. The guys lack of concern was stunning. I think he thought it was cool. My heart hurts, but the little guy went back to him.
It was a special day. For a little while we had another dog. 🙂
p.s. I gave the guy my number and told him if he ever wanted to, or need to, get rid of him to call me.