“Sweet” is not always the appropriate adjective to describe this dog. Sometimes she is the queen of crazy town- which I immediately recognized (and loved) when I met her.
Like six of our eight pets, she was a stray. Someone, who I assume didn’t share my affinity for mentally unbalanced dogs, dumped her out in the country. Luckily, one of my co-worker’s husband found her and they took her in. Their chihuahua, however didn’t view this as a positive addition to their family and he protested. I agreed to come meet the home wrecker before my co-worker had to experience the embarrassment of a chihuahua picketing on her front lawn.
I walked in the front door of their home and their she was…on her hind legs waving her paws up and down, permanently etching the glass on their back door. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t want to keep her.
After playing with her in the back yard for a while I knew she and I would get along swimmingly. We were kindred spirits- the dog was a nut and I guess I could relate. Self awareness is a good thing, right?
When I opened the gate to take her home she took off. I thought, oh well, maybe we weren’t meant to be. But when I opened the door to my car she ran at lightening speed right for it and jumped in.
I took her home and we lived happily ever after.
Well, except for when she wandered off and I couldn’t find her for two days. And there was that time she got bit by the poisonous snake and almost died. And then the time when she got bit by another poisonous snake and almost died again.
But other than that, we totally lived happily ever after.
I love her.