Welcome to the Wednesday Dogs of Dogster! Every Wednesday, we share a story from one of our Dogsters. This week is about Amanda and her sweet Chihuahua, Subi.
It’s almost noon when I return home after relaying my child between school and daycare. Subi waits at the window. Although I can’t hear her, I know exactly what she sounds like. Yipping on the other side of the panes, her tail pauses into a perfect arrow with every bark. It reminds me of those old school cartoons where a dog gets electrocuted, but instead of shock, it’s pure excitement. It’s Mom, she’s back. It’s less about mom, though, and more about the time of day.
Sometimes I eat right away. Other times, I squeeze in a few more minutes of work before I break for lunch. On the days when it’s the latter, Subi meanders back to her oasis, her bed tucked in tightly beside mine upstairs. Occasionally, she’ll follow me down to my desk, but most days she prefers the comfort of her favorite spot. To the casual observer, she might be sleeping. I know her better, though. This is where Subi waits.
The Great Food Frenzy
When it’s finally time, I work my way to the kitchen. I usually brew tea while my stomach and brain argue over what we’re going to eat, and the battle always ends with a peek into the good old food cooler. Subi can sense when I reach for it. I barely crack the fridge door before the stampede of tiny legs rumbles to the top of the stairs, ears on high alert. Subi catapults herself toward me as I rummage through the selection of randomness inside my fridge.
All it takes for one relatively inactive pup to become an Olympic runner is the sound of a human opening anything potentially containing munchies. Opening one of our cupboards for a drinking glass causes absolute pandemonium. Who knew such a sweet little Chihuahua could be such a feral barbarian?
Trash Panda
From the look on her face, you’d probably assume we don’t feed her enough, if at all, but listen, Subi must have been a trash panda in a past life. The limit simply does not exist. If she’s offered anything remotely edible, she will consume it. Someone once shared their entire rotisserie chicken with this gal, and she couldn’t sit properly afterwards. Although their heart was in the right place, that person was given a harsh lecture and reality check about our baby, the bottomless pit.
A Word to the Wise
Let this serve as a reminder not to feed other people’s pets. You never know what unintentional damage you could be causing. As you can imagine, her body and our carpets suffered severely that day. If you think the songs of the fridge cause madness, you should see when she hears someone open the container for those grocery store roasted chickens – next level. Lesson not learned, apparently.
- Read her previous article: Guard Dog in Disguise: A Chihuahua’s Tale of Defense
