Chi Chi

The first time I met my mom, I was terrified. Not of her, of course, but because of the situation I found myself in. A very nice human found me wandering around a mall parking lot (they’re not sure how I got there, and I’m not really sure myself) and called some people to come pick me up. I was very scared because I didn’t know who these people were, where they were taking me, or how I even got where I was…but the people who came to get me were very nice and tried to make me feel better.

They took me to an animal hospital (I’m not sure what that is, but I got to meet some new friends there so I think it’s a good place) until they could figure out what to do with me, and fed me and gave me water. Lots of people tried to say hi to me, but it was overwhelming and I was still scared. I’m a bit ashamed to say I may have tried to nip at a hand or two. But the longer I was there, the more comfortable I got with some of the people working there.

Many of them wanted to take me home, but for some reason or another, they couldn’t. You see, I like to be the only man in the house, so I didn’t want to go live with anyone that had a boyfriend or husband (ew!), and they didn’t know if I would be nice to kids, so my options were very limited. (Ok, if I’m being honest, it was a little more than JUST that. I have some quirks, okay?). And I didn’t realize it then, but my days were numbered at the animal hospital, and I only had two days left before they would send me to a shelter to get adopted. The only problem is, because I was still a bit scared (and I had some quirks) the people I came to like at the animal hospital weren’t sure if I would be adoptable.

(Here’s where my mom comes in!!)

So my mom, even though she said she would NEVER get a Chihuahua, decided to take me in. She told people that she “only took me until she could find me a home”, but I never left! She tells me every day that she kept me because she fell in love with me, that I was soo handsome and sweet (even though I’m a pain sometimes!) and that she couldn’t bare to give me to someone else. I’m a humble guy, but I can totally see where she was coming from… I am pretty great.

We spent a lot of time trying to pick out a name for me (can you believe she wanted to name me Taco?? Ha!). My mom would call me a chi chi (as in Chihuahua), and I liked it! So in the end (since it was the only name I would answer to) she officially named me Chi Chi.

Now here we are, nearly a whole year later, and I’m probably the most spoiled guy on the planet. I have a couple of dog beds around the house (even though I sleep in my mom’s bed), a LOT of toys, food in my bowl, and a roof over my head. I also have a cat sister and two cat brothers, and recently Mom went and got me a dog sister (she doesn’t always realize that she’s bigger than me, but I still like her). I also get to fetch whenever I want!

But the most important thing that I have, out of all of that cool stuff, is a mom that loves me. I couldn’t be happier, and neither could she.