Ay, Chihuahua: Making room for new family pet
I broke one of the cardinal rules of marriage. Don’t get a new pet while your spouse is out of town.
But this little Chihuahua/mini-pincher literally walked right into my life.
I was at a friend’s house checking out the Taj Mahal of playhouses they had just erected in their backyard, when through the open gate walked this little doggie.
It looked friendly, but nervous, as most Chihuahuas do. Its big, helpless, dark eyes had me at “hello.”
My friend didn’t want a thing to do with it because dogs give her the sneezes.
So I scooped it up and did a quick casing of the neighborhood to see if I could find the owner.
When that effort became fruitless, I took it back to my house and called the number for animal services on the dog’s license.
It didn’t take long to track down the owner, but it was enough time for the kids and me to already feel a little attached to the dog.
My daughter, Mini Me, accompanied me on our trip to the owner’s. Apparently, the little dog hadn’t been on the lam for long. The owner said it had just eaten dinner and must have squeezed through the fence.
Then she told me that she was actually just caring for the dog for a friend until she could find it a good home. “Do you want it?” she asked.
Mini Me and I chimed in unison, “Yes!”
No sooner did the reply come out of my mouth did I realize my husband, Secret Agent Man, wasn’t going to be too keen on this, but you know the old adage, “sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than it is for permission.”
The doggie’s caretaker told me that “Suzi” is already house-trained, spayed and vaccinated. She also came with food, toys, bed, kennel and clothes.
The kids and I kept the new addition to our family a secret from Secret Agent Man until he came home the next night.
When we picked him up at the airport, Suzi in tow, the first thing he asked was, “Whose dog is this?”
“It’s ours!” the kids intoned.
“No really,” he asked, “who does it belong to?”
And so the love story began.
We’ve had little Suzi for over two weeks now, and she has adjusted well to Secret Agent Man, the kids and our other dog.
But she still needs to make nice with the Dyson.
In time, I’m sure they’ll get along, too.