It’s been almost two weeks since my mistress sprung a Chihuahua puppy on me and my master. Neither of us was thrilled, but I must say it hasn’t been half bad.
Of course Chica, as she has been named, can be a nuisance. She constantly wants to play, even when I’m wanting to rest. It goes on day and night. And at bedtime, when we both burrow under my mistress’ covers Mary has to put the puppy on her other side or she will continue to jump on me, spoiling for a mock fight.
Despite all this, it’s fun to watch the little thing making my fox toy squeak over and over, learning to walk with a leash, and cuddling with Christina, my master and mistress’ five-year-old granddaughter-- who lugs her about the house like a rag doll. (I’d be jealous but do I want that? Noooooo.)
Believe it or not, the little thing is teaching me some things. They say you can’t teach and old dog new tricks, but maybe that just means if humans are the teacher. Because I’ve learned to eat broccoli—something I’ve always refused—thanks to Chica. She eats it ravenously, so I thought I’d give it a try and you know, it’s not bad if it’s buttered. Since my mistress read lately that it’s healthy for dogs’ heart health, I expect we will be eating a lot of it from now on.
We’ve been having unseasonably cold weather for several days now, which has curtailed our daily walk. This morning, for the first time in several years, there was snow on the ground. I tried to go outside, but twenty-degree weather isn’t for this short-haired northern Mexican-bred dog. Nor is it for the puppy.
But with spring in the offing I look forward to walking with her and my master and mistress soon. Now we’re a family of four--and I’m beginning to like that fact.
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