I have had an overwhelming urge to buy a uber cute wee dog. Uber-cutes being totally in the eye of the beholder, cause I wants to get me a chihuahua. And not just any chihuahua... I am dying for one of those shakey, big old forehead and pop eyed pups... y'know one of those pups that's soooo ugly its cute?
(I know I have issues with the whole "so ugly its cute" thing)
So, I have been pouring over photos of pooches, trying to find (reasonably priced), the next love of my life.
Currently, I am leaning toward getting a light (white or cream) chihuahua and naming it "Susie Cream Cheese" so getting a girl may be a plus, but who says a boy cant bear that moniker?
The history behind this, is that my grandmother had a chihuahua. I big fat one named Ginger. Ginger was spoiled and ate people food every day. My grandmom, would prepare a plate for the dog... Breakfast, lunch and dinner! Her tummy basically dragged on the floor. And boy was she evil. Meanest little dog I've ever run across. I would have thought the cholesterol alone would have done her in, but I'm guessing the reaper wasn't anxious to have her either.
Ginger used to attack my brother on a regular basis. Biting anything on him that she could reach. When she was young, she'd leap in the air to nip at his face. As her girth increased, his Achiles tendon was what she longed for. The dog was ornery, but fortunately used to tolerate me if I laid on the floor and let her sit on my back. I guess, she felt like she was reigning over me that way.
My grandmother had a habit of mixing us up... Yes, me and the dog. I got called Ginger on the regular. To her credit, she always corrected herself... Though I was always waiting for an exasperated "whoever you are!" or "oh, you know your name!"
When I decided I wanted a chihuahua it seemed fitting that it should be named after my grandmother. The added bonus is that "Susie Cream Cheese" was my mom's nickname and it'll totally tweak her nerves if I named my dog that. I'm a total stinker!
Another option is to get a black & white pup male or female and naming it Oreo. For obvious reasons, it would be a funny family joke. I enjoy taking the angst of my childhood and wearing it loud and proud.
Okay just a a sidebar, if my angst reference was too vague, here's the skinny. I am multiracial... black, white, Indian and a whole bunch of other crap. Growing up, I was called an oreo, among other things (fodder for another post) so I claim the word to take the power out of it. Okie back to the puppy...
Color really doesn't matter though (yes, read into that what you will). I really want a petite little guy that I can carry around in a purse when he's full grown... Its so obnoxious... So me. If I can find a really small boy, I give him a name like Killer or Bruiser or Goliath. Yes... I know, I have no sense whatsoever.
Though its not all about the joke. I really want a good dog that I can spoil a bit and take places with me. With their recent rise in popularity in the celebrity realm, purse dogs get let into far more situations that another dog would be banned from.
Chihuahua's are great dogs, they don't take up much room, they can be little box trained, and the usually get on well with cats and kids. The little buggers are great guard dogs. While they can't put a huge hurtin on someone, they'll try if they need to protect their family. Big dog personas trapped in a small dog. Very Napoleon-esque.. wait, another name possibility...
What's not to love with a mug like this?
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