Birthday: December 5th 2005 Likes: He loves attention! Pet-Peeves: Leon doesn't like the wind...I think it's the ears.... Favorite Toy: He loves this unstuffed animal that looks like a squirrel... Favorite Food: He will do anything for a Yummy Chummy...even get into his bed! Favorite Walk: He loves to walk around Centerra (an outdoor mall), because everyone wants to say hello to him. Best Tricks: He plays fetch and he can dance on his hind legs. He can also roll over and he can play dead...although he cheats on that one sometimes. He's learned to jump through a hoop for one of his therarpy gig children and he'll even jump over a Lab... Arrival Story: Leon was brought to me from Mexico by my loving husband who insisted I should get a Boxer puppy instead. After making my argument, he agreed to bring my 1 pound baby home. My husband (who hunts with our two 75 and 95 pound Labradors) thought that he could just put little Leon under the plane, but they wouldn't let him because of his size and he ended up buying a plane ticket for him.
Then he discovered that the kennel he bought (thinking I would say yes to the Boxer puppy) was too big to put under the seat, so he had to use my father-in-law's little cooler that is used to carry his insulin.
$150 dollar plane ticket and a new cooler for my father-in-law was all that was needed to bring my little baby home. Bio: Leon is a little over 5 pounds (depending upon if he's eaten).
He is black and tan and is always assumed to be a Min Pin...but believe me...he's ALL chihuahua and a DNA test confirmed a touch of Poodle!
He goes to doggy daycare once a week and is watched by many on the doggy cam.
He was so close to competing in flyball that champions were starting to get worried he would take their titles, until his bad knees forced him into early retirement.
He's a wonderful therapy dog and seems to have an affinity for the little ones...he helps grieving children learn how to move through the grieving process and he reminds teenagers in a behavioral health facility of home. He's one of a kind. Forums Motto: Small but Mighty The Groups I'm In: ♥Dogster's Next Top Model, ♥All Fur Fun♥, Addicted to Flyball, Cesar's Dogster Pack, Cute Chis, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Fort Collins Doggies, Molly Inspires Foundation, Shady Look-a-likes, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~ The Last Forum I Posted In: puppy for christmas??? Rescue a Chihuahua!: http://www.chihuahua-smalldogrescue.org/
So, I know it's been awhile since I've put paw to paper, but as you can see by the new picture on my profile, you haven't really missed much.
I'm still being tortured by being forced to dress as Santa at our therapy gigs. Mom says it's for the kids, but I don't buy it. I think she likes to exert her dominance over me. At least she didn't take a picture of the hat and beard...yes, you read that right. A hat AND a beard! I didn't let the kids touch me until she took it off....
So I pooped on mommies bed again...it's such a long walk to get to the pee pad in the other room...and she wasn't using the bed at the time...plus she had pulled the shades so there was no sun to lay in...might as well put the bed to good use....
I'd like to start out by saying that I went on this weekend event understanding that I would be attending a wedding...after all...I've attending several in my small life time and, quite honestly, slept through them all...but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
What this weekend actually turned out to be was a five hour car seat ride (one way, mind you), sitting in my car seat while mommie and papa attended said wedding and most of the reception, and when I was actually brought into the festivities, late in the evening, I was subjected to loud music and forced to dance. I was then sushed every time I alerted mommie and papa of someone in the hallway of our hotel.
The next morning, I was subjected to put up with a very dominant female dog, who didn't understand that bearing my teeth means "go away" and not "lets play some more". Then I rode home in the old car seat for another five hours home.
The Dog Show: Who's Your Mama?
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