I've never been a chihuahua kind of girl. Not even a small dog kind of girl. I adopted a pit bull, after all. I
It wasn't love at first sight. Like a lot of new relationships, there was a little bit of the "excitement of the chase" with Pablo and me.
He's not exactly welcoming of new people into his space. I pride myself on every animal I've ever met falling in love with me. He growled, barked, and kept his distance. That made me want to win him over in a way I've never thought possible. I moved closer, and tried to pet him. He bared his teeth and yelped.
After a few days, and with a feeling that he wasn't just playing hard to get, I gave up. And then he came closer. The less attention I paid him, the more interested he became. This little guy has really got his game figured out, and I promise you, he didn't learn it from his daddy...
Our relationship moved quickly after that - he trusted me to pick him up, seemed excited to see me when I came over, and even started snuggling against my belly at bedtime.
I took Pablo to the vet for his check up one day last summer, alone. The vet kept calling me Pablo's momma. It was the first time anyone had said that, and it made me smile. I went home and told Chad, and he just smiled and responded with "well, you ARE his momma." My heart melted. I'm in love with a chihuahua.
|On our way to the vet.|
The rest is history. We have an after-work snuggle routine. It's a strange night if he isn't snuggled up against me somewhere, and I tell him 50 times a day that I love him. Some days, I still can't believe he loves me as much as he does, so I take pictures of it whenever I get the chance. (oh hell, I am now the girl that dresses up her chihuahua and then takes pictures of us making kissy faces...my apologies if this makes you gag. I would have too, a year ago.)
He's even won over my friends. He really is a ladies' man. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a rush on chihuahua adoptions this week, after he spent an entire evening at wine club schmoozing with the girls...