I have absolutely no idea of the unseen force
that guided me to getting my Chi babies, considering that all my life I'd had big and/or gutsy dogs, not little powder-puff thingies, that yipped, yapped, snapped, snarled, pranced and danced lol.
I had my daughter's Mini Fox Terrier put down at 16yo. He left his 2 mates, the Mastiffs (strictly outdoor dogs), and whilst my heart was broken over the loss of little Jack, life just went on without me ever contemplating getting another dog, let alone a small one.
Some months later the aforementioned unseen force
put me into some sort of weird trance state whereby I simply stopped what I was doing, opened a browser page, searched pups for sale, Chihuahua (I couldn't even spell it properly to start with), went to the page, scrolled down and there, I saw my little blonde boy's angelic face staring at me and there was not a doubt in my mind we belonged together. That was it, I made the call, told them to consider him sold and 3 days later buyer and breeder drove the 3 hours each way to meet at the half way point. He sat on the passenger seat the whole way home, his beautiful green eyes fixated on my face - I knew the moment our eyes met he would be my life, and me his, and I still get those deep, meaninful stares from him, it's like he's looking into my soul.
Two days later, I was struck by that same damn unseen force
again which seemed to command me to find him a female buddy. Searched again, and there was my little black/tan girl looking at me, and instead of me wanting her for me, and seeing whether I gelled with her face on a deeper level or not, something told me she was my boy Chiko's perfect heart girl and therefore, whatever I thought of her, was pretty much irrelevant.
Off I went in the middle of a raging storm and grabbed her. Plopped her on the seat next to him, he looked at her, looked at me, and turned his back on her to watch me. She took one look at him, turned around and promptly went to sleep. They didn't acknowledge each other all the way home. Ho Hum, wonders me, "what have I done???!!!" Walked in the door and the bonding between them began instantly, and grows stronger by the day. They're big, they're tough, they're strong, they fight, wrestle, play and prove my decision was right every minute of every day. She has found a way into my heart too, and is just the most sweet and gentle natured girl, totally obedient and always trying to please.
Damn, if that unseen force
didn't come out of the wood-work again 3 days later, and I find myself staring at the same website, thinking, "What am I doing here, I'm perfectly happy, I have 2 which is 2 more than ever thought I'd have .... leave me alone, go away, don't want another, don't need another, go awaaaaay!!!" and then whammy, in my scrolling I came across my darling, tiny Oliver, standing there looking like a prize hunk of spunk that would take on a raging bull. I was gone for all money, had to have him, there was no question that boy was mine. Rang the breeder, was talking to her for about 15 mins. before I realised she was the same woman who'd bred my blondie heart boy. So, we arrange another 3 hour, meet half-way trip, whereupon I took my little Ollie into my arms and knew this was something entirely different again, although I still cannot pin-point what/why things are different with him but they sure are - I had no idea he was a tiny until I laid eyes on him.
Little Ollie remains tiny and fragile, both in stature and nature. I'm sure his timidity comes about because of his size albeit he's as feisty as hell with the other 2, and struts around like King Faruk - his movement, presence, pride and charisma would absolutely knock them dead in the showring if he made the standard. Compared to the others, he's aloof, took around a week to even acknowledge me and another week to see fit to allow me to even touch him. He will still only accept affection when he asks for it and will cry for me if anyone else holds him and I leave the room. Because he's a "tiny" his conformation is different, he's going thru the ugly puppy stage, his coat's a mess and I'm eagerly awaiting what unfolds with this beautiful little man (looks and personality wise) because I know he would not have been a fit anywhere but here with us, where his destiny lay, with his tribe. We, the dogs & I, all baby him and let him get away with murder, and I don't think any of us know why, he's just so cheeky, super cute, special and different, he's like a darn guinea pig, and behaves exactly like one. None of my friends can put their finger on it either, it's the strangest, weirdest thing .... I'm terrified that maybe I won't have him all that long, I just don't know what the unexplainable feeling is ... I won't cope if it's anything bad because I absolutely adore him.
Colours: To be chosen by the gal I nominate give them to