Furry Friday: The Puppacita
As readers have witnessed my profiles of an assemblage of small critters — furry, feathered, and finny — some may have wondered, “Doesn’t she have a dog?”
Why, yes. Those of you who follow me on Twitter know her better as The Puppacita. And as I’m celebrating this chihuahua’s birthday tomorrow — fittingly — this is Chi-Chi’s Furry Friday.
As any dog owner/lover would say about his or her pooch, there is no dog like my baby. She came into my life nearly a year ago — our adoption anniversary is May 15. I found her at a local pound. The owner had left her there with a name, calling her Kiwi, an age (6 or 7), but suddenly claimed not to speak English when asked why he was giving her up. Later revelations would indicate that she was being used for some sort of backyard breeding, and given up when her time in that area was up.
Chihuahua Sings Happy Birthday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y61u8MM5vgI
Enjoy!
Sweet. I also got my second Chihuahua, Susie, from the pound. She is a replacement for Maggie, who died in January due to a heart murmur. Maggie’s murmur went from a 3 to a 4 in November, so I knew her time was short, and gave her a good last couple of months.
I only got Maggie because she & Sparky met at the rescue kennel I got Sparky from (he loves his foster mom.)
Susie is a long-hair, golden in color, found as a stray. She was very scared at the pound, trembling all over. A few minutes in my arms and she calmed down 50%. Once the adoption was over and we walked out, she calmed down even more. With in a day, she was fine. Nowadays when she’s out in the backyard she does run around yapping, proclaiming to all that she now has a new home. She did have to lose 1/2 her teeth, so she gets canned stuff too.
But her one annoying habit is wanting to constantly be petted in the evening. If I stop, she nudges my hand.
Pix of them are here:
http://profile.cheezburger.com/rbj/pics
The Puppacita is real cute. She is adorable.
You are a good soul for picking up your little pound puppacita. May God continue to bless you both
Who rescued who?
Dogs make the nicest people.
Will Rogers said “If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
They know…they always know. We are walking billboards to them and they are so keenly tuned into our moods that we sometimes forget that they need us too.
I also remember, I think it was from Charles Schulz’s “Peanuts” that “No one can have a bad day if you hand them a puppy.”
The relationship between humans and dogs has a long and curious history. I don’t care about the particulars; I’m just glad they found us.
Pardon the delay; had to finish hugging my monitor before I could type this.
Best wishes to the birthday girl, and many, many happy years to come! As former paterfamilias to a tiny, toothless, side-tongued rescue chihuahua of my own (put in a good word for me w/the Almighty, Flip my boy), I salute you both.
Ain’t she purty? Yup. She’s the best kind there is, the doggie that you really can’t live without.
We have two Poms. One I bought for my wife as a tea cup sized puppy (he is Poppy) and he is the bull goose Pomeranian on the B Dubya ranch. The other we picked up from a local rescue center when he was 7 or 8ish (he is Wolfie, promounced Woo Fee). That was 7 and 6 years ago.
If you ever have a bad day at work, the best tonic for it is two little guys who are so overjoyed to see you when you get home that they can’t contain it and go through their entire repertoir of leaps, spins and moon walks until you pick ‘em both up.
The cats? Not so much.
I would never let these two anywhere near 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, you know what I mean?
Awwww, my little chi (who turns 15 on July 22nd) says hi and happy birthday. My dachshund (turned 16 on March 6th ) says likewise.
Awww! I’m normally a cat-and-big-dog person, since I’m not small myself and am perpetually afraid I’d step on a small dog, but the Puppacita looks like a rare gem. You did a good thing by rescuing her, and I daresay she’ll make it worth the trouble for years to come.
Twelve years ago I would have said Meh! who gives a sh!t. And then I met my baby Ms Prissy. I understand completely now. Happy birthday Pup.
Thanks to all for comments — the Puppacita had an epic birthday that included an outdoor pet fair, shopping, and eating bits of turkey burger while sitting in her own chair on a restaurant patio. And yeah, she rescued me. No question.