For the first time in my life, I have fallen in love – with a canine.
A tiny bundle of abundant energy with a staggering fox-trot, I saw this pocket-dog at a local pet shop. Hubby and I had walked into the pet shop to catch a glimpse of fish in the aquarium. I suddenly saw this black pup with white feet pads … and then I lost sight of it. It had skittered away. I asked the pet-shop owner, where the little pup had disappeared. He answered nonchalantly that it must be somewhere around. As if on cue, this tiny little thing appeared from under the table and started sniffing around my feet, tail wagging with supersonic enthusiasm. I fell head-over-heels in love with the lively thing. I wanted to take him home.
I enquired after the pint-size enigma. The pet-shop owner told me it’s a
Hubby was concerned that his daily chores list (as if he has a list!!!) would now have a doggie-potty-walk added to it. He vehemently opposed the idea and said that we didn’t need a miniature nuisance in our life drowning itself in the toilet flush! Well, I knew the doggie would be lonely, with hubby and me away at work, and I would need hubby’s support to care for it. So, we walked away from the pet shop without a new family member.
Its been more than twelve hours, and I am still not convinced that we cannot get a Chihuahua to our home, and I have these beautiful images of it snuggled in a baby blue basket, placed on our bedroom side table; of its basket hanging on our exercise bike handle, and big black foxy eyes looking at me gleefully as I move around the kitchen; of it sitting on my lap as I browse through the internet; adorned in fancy colored sweaters that I would coax my mom to knit for it …
Hubby dear has conjured less optimistic imagery like cleaning up doggie mess; weekend bath with expensive L’Oreal shampoo; a doggie intently competing with him for a place under the bedcovers, chewed chappals, tattered newspaper, doggie hair shed on the bed and the sofa, scratch marks on table glass tops ….
I tried a final handle in conviction. I told him to imagine himself out on daily walks with this adorable creature at his feet, and how the apartment girls would meet him with gleeful remarks like, “Oh! What a cute doggie!” “What’s the cutie pie’s name?” “Can we hold him for a minute?” I tried alluring him with these cheerful images of being pursued by impish smiles and flattering female attention. For a moment the husband’s eyes sparkled, his cheeks blushed, he gave a wide grin. I coaxed on, hopefully. But my persuasive success was short-lived; hubby’s trepidation of daily doggie-potty-walk returned with a vengeance.
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Chihuahuas are not well-suited as small children’s pets because of their size, temperament, and tendency to bite when frightened. Chihuahuas are one-person dogs. They are known to establish a close, trusting relationship with one person, and will be suspicious of everyone else.








The Empty Head Says:
March 10th, 2008 at 2:09 pmwell ur hubby is right…the practical chores of having a dog in the house r just enormous….
much better to have fish…less maintainence, and super stress buster…u can sit lookin at them all day
snigdha Says:
March 10th, 2008 at 2:32 pmYes, dogs, being social animals, become evry destructive and depressed if left alone for long hours that why when we went for a puppy we got 2. And they come with a lot of investment of time and energy.
Vinayak takes them for their Potty trip, I clean their shit and make them their feed. Our maid is there till half day and next half they are on their own but they have each other.
A pet would also mean, no late nights, no weekend trips at the spur of the moment.
But the amount of love they shower on you is priceless and incomparable