The Adventures of the Chihuahua

You can't live in Mexico and not have a chihuahua as a pet. Well you can actually. Many people do in fact. But I personally have the privelage of a Chihuahua in the house and therefore believe its the only way to live. His name is Cobi... or Kobi... I'm not sure how they spell it. He is what I believe my brother would describe as "special needs". Not in mental capacity, although that is quesitoned from time to time, but more in the emotional relm. He really enjoys absolutely everyone who is a room paying attention to him, or feeding him. If you don't notice him, he will come and claw at your hand until you pet him and then move onto the next person or claw again if he's set his sites on you.

I caught him eating lipstick in the back room one day. He had red all over his mouth.

I found him eating a spool of thread yesterday.

He took a hair tie out of my sister's hair cause he wanted to play with it.

He burrows under the blankets on the bed because he gets cold easily. If you happen to be under that blanket too, watch your toes because if they move too much and disturb him, he'll let you know.

One night he decided I shouldn't sit on my sister's bed. He defended it really well.

He wears baby t-shirts from Acapulco. He has two to choose from, a red one and a white one.

If you offend him, usually by laughing at him, he stares you down until you say "perdon" (sorry). Seriously.

Once I was making him jump to get a treat and he smashed his head into the table. Later that night well playing fetch he jumped at me and slammed my head into the wall. Coincidence? I think not.

Yep its quite the experience living with a Chihuahua. Its bonding time for me and my new family as we laugh over his antics or wonder about his sanity. I think Dogs truly are man's best friend, but also a gift from God to put a little joy in peoples lives.

We have a bird too by the way. It sings in the mornings.