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Viva la Revolucion MIN PIN!!

wtf...

i swear to god, if i hear "yo quiero taco bell" one more time, i'm gonna screeeem. i.am.not.a.friggin.chihuhuahua.

TAG!

I'm playing a game of tag with my friends, and because i was tagged by a bunch of cheeky monkeys, i must write up 7 fun facts about myself that you may not know already! then i go tag some other people to come to my page and read them, and they have to do the same thing! so here goes...

1. I loooooooove running off leash, just love it. whenever i get the chance to go to a fenced in yard or dog park, i go nuts. in mummy's younger and more dumb days, she used to let me run off lead in the woods behind our house, till one day, after years of being obedient, i decided to take off and go visit my yorkie girlfriend! just came in the doggie door and helped myself to her food dish! good thing that family knew where i lived!!

2. in my internal monologue i speak with a strong spanish accent. not just any, mind you, but a thick mexican accent. oh, and i refer to myself in the 3rd person, as in "the pancho does not desire to swim."

3. i love to bark. bark bark bark all day long!!! i guard the house against passerby- that's my job!

4. i still have thick scars on my belly from where my poor puppymill mother, who was too young and stressed out to be bred, attacked me. i almost died. i can't blame her, though. to live your life in a cage and be used as a breeding machine is no life for any creature, let alone a dog. the good side of this story is that we were all rescued, and found good homes. i hope she's doing as well as i am today...

5.i'm a terrible food scavenger, and mummy has to be super careful, because i'm the houdini of the dog world when it comes to climbing and escaping things. i also almost died when i got pancreatitis from eating two slices of pizza that were on a high table that mum thought was far enough away to be safe. wrong! three days in the hospital later, i was ok to be sent home, and hypervigilance prevails.

6. speaking of being a houdini, on the second day in my new home, when i was a mere 6 weeks old, my parents decided to leave me alone for 2 hours to go to a movie. they put me in a crate so that i would be safe, and left with sad hearts. 2 hours later, they arrive home to a locked crate with no tiny puppy inside!! no puppy anywhere! all of a sudden there was a little yap from upstairs, and sure enough, little panchito was there- i had climbed the stairs looking for my parents, and i couldn't even CLIMB stairs! it took me 2 months to learn how to duplicate that feat!

7. my full name on my papers is francisco lopez, and pancho is my nickname. pancho is short for francisco, but in spanish it also means hot dog!

my rescuers' manifesto!

i'm finding it hard to gather the strength to say what needs to be said right now... having fallen into rescue so suddenly, in such a short span of time it's become like breathing to me and has opened up my world to joy and happiness that i have never known. having seen so much pain, so much misery, so much despair, and then realising that the soul of a dog knows nothing but forgiveness and love towards humans, makes a person more forgiving, more accepting, more loving. each dog has touched me in ways immesurable, and no matter how difficult or challenging each individual rehabilitation might have been, the also brought so much joy along with them, and the joy of seeing that healed dog go to their forever home to live a happy life with their overjoyed family is a blessing beyond all blesings in this world.