Puppy Here!

Taquito Bonito Chihuahua has arrived! And he's gorgeous! And remarkably well behaved. I can't find my cord to hook in my digital camera but as soon as I do I'll post plenty of pictures. Because I'm obsessing.

Taquito Bonito Chihuahua

One of these two baby boys is my very own Taquito Bonito Chihuahua. In a little over a week I'll be going to meet them and choose which one is most deserving of the name.



I plan on sitting on the floor and calling out the name and whichever one props up an ear or head first is coming home with me. Some people choose a dog and then pick a name that suits him. I choose a name and then pick a dog that fits the description. It's just how I roll.

Already I have more than any dog would need sitting in my living room including a dog bed, a carrier, a kennel, puppy training pads, receiving blankets, a leash, a collar, and half a dozen toys. I'm lacking only puppy food (which will be decided by the breeder and the vet) and a doggie sweater (which I have learned is necessary because Chihuahuas are unable to regulate their body temperature in even mildly cool weather... and I thought people just dressed their dogs for torture!) and some grooming necessities.

I'm also preparing myself by reading "Chihuahuas for Dummies" (not "Chihuahuas for Dumbers") which has let me know that my puppy's teeth may be so small that he may be unable to eat hard food for several weeks after I get him and I may need to make a puppy mush. Gross. But still cute. Kind of.

Poodle Man

I went to the Humane Society on Monday. I want a dog. I want a dog so bad it hurts. I need a dog. So I went to the Humane Society to see if they had a small dog about a year old that was reasonably well-mannered and would respond to the name Taquito. What I found instead was a lump in my throat and a sudden desire to buy a small house on a large piece of property so I could adopt every single dog and let them run free. I found the throat lump and the plantation desire but no Taquito. I left feeling sad and somehow much lonlier than before, as if I had somehow lost a dog I'd never had. Oh, Taquito, where are you?!

As I drove home feeling a bit sorry for myself and contemplating Plan B on my "Find Taquito 2007" Plan, I passed three cars with dogs in the back seat. And I felt even more sorry for myself. "Everybody has a dog but me... sigh." I started to come up behind a fourth car with a canine companion. It looked like a large poodle with thick, tight, black curls and a blue bandana (wow... only one letter away from banana... be careful!) around his neck. The car was also going kind of slow so I veered into the right lane and as I passed it I got a closer view. The poodle wasn't a poodle at all. It was a man.

I laughed so hard I cried. And as the tears rolled down my face and blurred my vision I learned two great lessons. 1. You have to be extra careful while driving with blurred vision and 2. Even though I don't currently have a dog, I need to be grateful that I at least don't have a Poodle Man. He must be so high maitenance! And it'd be hard to find a vet.