King Louie

4th of July

I brought Louie home on the 4th of July. I had my boyfriend drive me around town picking up a little carrier, a bed, some toys, and some potty pads. That was before I had officially decided I was going to get him!

We drove an hour south to meet him, and when we did he was so healthy and perfect looking. I held him and he sat calmly in my arms, then I set him down on the ground. He walked around to everybody's shoes and gave each one a sniff, and the one with shoelaces a little nip, tail wagging the whole time.

I was a little concerned because he was only 8 weeks old, and the fragility of chihuahuas leads people to recommend breeders wait until 12 weeks to send them home. But I knew the seller would sell him whether it was to me or someone else, so I decided I'd be his new mommy and take care of him.

I placed him in the little carrier I had picked up for him, a purse-like bag with mesh sides and a zipper opening, in which I had placed a super soft fluffy bed. He crawled in and curled up right away, falling instantly asleep.

I took him with me to pick up some more supplies (including a child's playpen) and set up his little space in my room. He sat with me most of the evening, sleeping and being calm while I petted him, not even getting freaked out during the fireworks show, which was so close to my house it was shaking the windows! He was such a trusting little puppy.