Our first dog was a Boxer and she is almost 9 years old. She's a stubborn girl but so intelligent, it blows my mind sometimes. Unfortunately she is extremely dominant and because she wasn't properly socialized as a pup, she doesn't mesh well with other dogs - particularly in her space.
Recently, my husband and I were discussing the possibility of getting another dog but were unsure of what kind of dog, how old, if it would work etc. but we knew that the next dog we owned would have to be named Manolo. And then it struck me! A Chihuahua! Named Manolo! Perfect!
So a few days later I was driving to my mother's house when I saw this jet black little dog strutting along the sidewalk... I stopped and rolled down the windows and made eye contact and immediately a connection. Although there were no tags, it was a private community of homes and so often I've seen people just let their dogs out the front door to come home when they pleased. Nothing I would ever do but...anyway....I thought to myself, "man this could be my dog! I didn't know if it was a boy or girl but nonetheless, it's name...Manolo.
So I asked my mom if she knew who's dog it was because it was on her street and she said that she had no idea and that it had just showed up a couple days before and had been roaming around. I thought about it hard and decided against it because my Boxer, my husband, I didn't think a stray was going to go over well with either...so I went home by myself.
The next morning I could not stop thinking about it and finally said to myself, I would go after work to the same area and if I find him, it was meant to be. So I drove through the neighborhood and couldn't find him and just when the disappointment set it...there he was. With his sweet swagger coming head on towards me over the horizon...my little guy.
I brought him home. My Boxer accepted him almost immediately and now she let's him drink from her water bowl first.
It was just meant to be...
Best Friends...was meant to be :)
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