I Should Have My Head Examined
Okay, so it’s not the smartest or greatest of stories, but here goes…
He’s in there somewhere…
My next door neighbor sent me a text as I was pulling into the driveway about a lady down the street who “needed my help.”
She had three puppies she needed to dispense with NOW(neither of her dogs is spayed and this was the SECOND litter). What does Puddles call these kind of people? Oh that’s right…STOOPID. Anyway, my neighbor thought I could put them on my blog.
So I walked down the street with her and while walking asked about the pups. Now you dog experts will have to tell me if this is true or not, but these pups supposedly had two fathers. Two of the pups were white “terrier/Chihuahua” and Jeep is a “mini-doxie/chihuahua”. I’m not kidding. Look! (sorry, low light and cellphone camera…) I saw the mom and dad of Jeep; chihuahua mom, mini-doxie dad…I never could get who the other father was.
I told my neighbor that if the doxie/chi was a boy, I would hate her for the rest of my life. I knew if he had even an ounce of personality, I was going to take him home.
And I did. *sigh*
So did my mother. She took one of the girls.
We’re both insane.
And the lady suddenly needed $100 a piece for them. What were we to do (suckered twice)?
I had to buy a metal kennel, because Minnie really, really wants to play, but doesn’t know “gentle”. Minnie’s paw is as big as Jeep’s head. Of course, he’s given Min the “what for”…he’s snapped at her when she’s too close and growled fiercely. I think he’ll kick her butt soon.
We have a large box in the living room because Jeep likes to play, but can’t with Minnie hovering. Since I was tired of standing in the bathroom while Jeep romped, my neighbor found a box. Of course, he hates it.
Trixie is pissed. Only one cursory sniff has passed between them. Trixie would make an excellent high school cheerleader; she has the “I hate you instantly” down.
I cannot find any clothes small enough. I think he can wear a sock if necessary. It’s hard, because when he shakes, you’re not sure if he’s scared or cold.
First night he slept a lot. Now he’s awake a lot. And he whines. And whines. I’ll never sleep again, I’m sure. But we are doing the “crate”, if only for Jeep’s safety until he’s big enough to deal with Minnie.
Oh, and did I mention I have had a fever since Friday?
Please contact a mental hospital and check me in, okay?
Suggestions please? How do you deal with a tiny dog and two large ones?