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You know the type. A human pretty boy grooms himself meticulously, dresses well and gets all the chicks. This is not the case when one has the disposition of being a pretty boy Chihuahua. At the risk of sounding self-important, I have to admit, I am pleasing to the eye. I am tan and furry with just a tad of curl that is all natural. My highlights are a gift from God and not Aveda. I DO NOT ask to be sprayed by a groomers spray, containing a distinct feminine scent. Is it my fault that my teeth will never need to be touched by an orthodontist? Or that my eyes make men and women, alike, swoon?
Beauty is a curse.
So if any of you reading this see me in person one day, do not broadly smile and ask, "OHHHH AHHHHH what is HER name?" I may appear female to posers who bill themselves dog enthusiasts. However, I am all male and feel no need to prove myself to any of you, which is why I continue to squat when I pee.
Furthermore, when Mom corrects you on my sex, do not still use the pronoun "she". My male parts will never fall off no matter how many times you misclassify me. By the way, I cross my arms when I sleep simply because it is more comfortable and not because of any feminine tendencies.
Enjoy my beauty if you desire. Just do not insist to call me a pretty girl just because in your mind's eye, I appear as such. I am a mans man, and it is time mankind recognizes this.
I became devoted to the breed early on in life. My Dad adopted an abused Chi when my Mom was pregnant with me. She was a bit upset that he brought home a dog when she was experiencing a high risk pregnancy. Mom and Dad already had one Chi. Well, the abused Chihuahua took to me like a mom to a pup. She stood guard by my crib and would not let anyone touch me, but for my parents. No one but them could lift me from the crib, I had to be handed to visitors. She must have sensed that Mom was lucky to be okay after my birth. "Goofy" and I were best buds, and I had such a rough time with her passing, around my 10th birthday.
Well, I have my own family now. I yearned for my own Chihuahua, but thanks to celebs, the breed is an expensive trend. Once our land owner said I could finally have a pup, I geared up for a long search. I wanted a Chihuahua so much, but hated that a $500 price tag came along with all in our area. I found a breeder who had Shift on the "clearance rack" for only $300, three days after I had permission to get a pup. I knew on the phone that I had found my Shift. I had a few years worth of notes on taking care of my doggie. Once I had Shift it was an odd feeling. It was nearly comparable to having my son. I was so nervous and wanted to please him so. I felt afraid I could not meet all of his needs. The night I brought him home, I was angry at myself for not being more giddy. I soon learned that I was feeling typical new Mom insecurities. I wanted to be a great mom to him just as I am to my human son. That caused some self-doubt and timidness if I was worthy to have such a gift from God. We are best buds now. He is my son. So, now, I am a mom of two boys!
Shift follows me wherever I go, and I doubt I will ever vacation without him again. I am so happy to be an adult with my own Chihuahua. My wonderful human son is learning so much as we share ownership of Shift. The responsibility, compassion and history that Shift teaches my son is invaluable. Mom and Dad always had Chihuahuas and now, since Mom has left us, I am happy for her to see me with my own, as she watches from Heaven. I suspect, she would rather have seen a human granddaughter first, but first things first!!
Shift is not the only thing that makes me happy, but he is definitely one of the finest things that makes me happy.
Well, it is Monday after a very busy weekend up North at my Grandparents' house. I rode four wheeler quite a bit this weekend. I just love to ride with Mommy.
We also attended a parade where I received almost as much attention as the floats. I met a Poodle who was fun, but have you ever met a Poodle who was not? Oh, yeah, me too!!
It came as quite the disappointment when I found out that the grandparents still have custody of one very nasty cat. The nerve of her to growl at me, the cutest four-legger to ever grace her presence. She growled and hissed as she ate MY food. She out-weighs me by about 10 LBS. I am a male Chi and have a more girlish figure than that female feline.
I met a family friend for the first time and it made for great campfire fodder when I used her arm as a device to relieve some pent up frustrations...if you know what I mean. A Chi has to do what a Chi has to do.
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