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I am the best dog in the world....

Carlos Uncaged...

Here's my history.

A doctor in a small town decided to start a puppy business on the side. He did a lot of research and bought a really good dog to start his puppy business. He bought for this really good dog (me) a beautious bitch whom he loved beyond sense and sensibility. The doctor and his wife really cared about me. Unfortunately, they were pretty regular about switching their hobbies, so I became superfulous after they had spent a few thousand on my championship papers and my body, and of course my pretty mate. They told their friends and neighbors to find me a good home. This is where my joy of life showed up. She was at work when her big old gruff boss shouted, "hey, anyone want a chihuahua?"

My mistress had been thinking of a puppy a long time. She wanted a small dog, but was not really thinking "chihuahua." She had actually never considered chihuahuas as a real life form. She may have had her heart set on a wimeraner. She knew nothing about dogs either. Her hand went up though, as she is about "challenges." She was actually somewhat afraid of a tiny dog like me.

She got the news in the next few days. I was un-trainable. I was not potty trained. I was an absolute mess. I lived in a cage and pooped on the floor. Here was this low income person looking into the life of a Doctor who could afford to take me to puppy classes-- pretty cool eh?

She saw a picture of me. I looked to her like a standard cute little dog, 5-6 pounds. She thought I looked strange to say the least.

Okay. Bring it, said my new mommy.

The boss was a neighbor to the Doctor dog giver-away family. He pluged me into a dogie crate and we made the 45 minute drive to my new home. I was so terrified I would not come out of my crate. She had to lift it up and shake me out. I ran immediately under a cabinet and was not seen again for a long time.

She had to go to work. She knew nothing about dogs. The first night she locked me in the bathroom when she went to work and I screamed for hours until I was exhausted. After around a week she thought she would need to send me home.

The next few months were about learning trust as well as how to live uncaged. She thought about changing my name, but decided to go with the old name I was used to. I was only 1 year old at the time, and a little childish.

She was very easy to love. She let me do a lot of things I only dreamed of. She had heard somewhere that a dog will not pee in his bed, so she put me in my basket on her own (high) bed. This was the beginning of a rough year or so of actually "house-breaking" me.

In less than a year though a situation would occur which would change or lives completely. I will begin my explanation of this set of events in my next installment.

~Carlos~