Ah, Jane and her well matched pups! I think I'd like to get a couple of those myself!
Quite a number of years ago, when I was still with my third wife, we were gifted with two brand new chihuahua puppies. We named the brothers Vago (Wanderer) and Meil (Honey). Their names fit all too well with their personalities. Vago was the tunnel digger, as an afterthought I should have called him Bronson. He helped to keep my fence reinforcement skills up. And Meil, well, he was the lapsitter, the prototypical shakey small dog with the big eyes and the sad/happy disposition. Apart they were great, but when those two dogs got together, man, it was fireworks. You would have thought those two were pitbulls the way they behaved instead of Taco Bell spokesmen stand-ins. The would size each other up, growl famously and then have at it, fur and blanket parts and squeeze toys flying everywhere. Then, after their bloodlust had cooled a bit, they would sit around and lick each other's wounds, pride themselves on their oversized cajones, and then curl up to nap, pals and brothers once again.
Sadly, I had to give up those two when landed here in the Puget Sound. Couldn't find a house for them and so I put an ad in the paper, free to a good home. Tons of response. Finally found them a home outside of Snohomish. Old couple who had lost their chihui lately. Later found out that that sweet old couple ran a Chihuahua stud farm. I'm sure it never bothered those two oversexed dogs a bit.
So, I can easily say that I had a pleasant experience with those pint sized pooches to have wanted one in my life once again. My Chihuahua jones spiked about seven, eight years ago, but unfortunately that was at the height of their new found popularity. My neighbors had a connection to a breeder and picked one up for themselves. When my Estranged One asked if she could get the number of the seller she was told that "we had the babies, they got the dogs", something like that. Very snarky. No more Christmas cards for them.
No matter, I waited as I always do for these kinds of things to pass and now, it seems, that with a bit of driving and a small outlay of cash that this dog can have his day and a chihuahau, too. Hadn't planned on getting a dog but once my ship comes in and my new location is secured, know that Guapo is going to have to get used to having a canine brother around the house.
Operation Chihuahua, indeed. My grandmother and my great aunt both had chihuahuas. I've had a couple myself. Hell, that made me and my family cool long before Legally Blonde ever came on the scene. And my two tough barking perros would have laughed at that sissified character "Bruiser" in the film. Hmmm, yeah, they would have barked him right out of the doghouse.
Wee perros practically for the taking. Gosh, yet another reason for a nice long roadtrip to Cali.
Salud!
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-chihuahuas10-2009dec10,0,4465673.story
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-chihuahuas10-2009dec10,0,4465673.story
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