I love my Staffy/Bully dog breeds, but somewhere along the way Chihuahuas have somehow managed to wriggle their way into my heart.
Last year I fell for a little brown Chihuahua at the Refuge, called Mojo. He was supposedly a resource guarder, but the only thing he ever guarded that I noticed was his soft round dog bed. He was in love with that bed, and would hump it. Sometimes he’d get so carried away humpinh that bed that he’d fall asleep mid-hump. Which was hilarious to see.
Then there was Harry. He was a little white Chihuahua who supposedly liked nipping people and wasn’t too keen on men. I was told to be careful with Harry, but he was totally fine with me. He was a bit timid and wary of me when we first met, but 5 minutes and some tasty tidbits later he was quite content to be my lapdog. Harry was around a couple of weeks, before he got adopted, so we got to know each other quite well. He’d come rushing up to the fence to greet me whenever he saw me, tail wagging, with a great big grin on his face. I missed him quite a bit when he got adopted.
Recently, it was another timid Chihuahua that captured my heart. What is it about these diminutive little dogs with their big perdonalities? This time it was a dog called Cooper.
Again, 5 minutes was all it took for Cooper to trust me enough to come nosing around for treats and a cuddle. Damn, he’s such a cutie pie! The first time I played with Cooper in his enclosure, but when I found out he was still around the week after, I decided to take him into the Refuge’s Snuffle Yard, so he could have some mental enrichment exploring the different herbs and shrubs there.
Cooper, like Harry and Mojo before him, was adopted soon after. But I will always remember these gallant little beasts that we know as Chihuahuas.