George was the first chihuahua to enter our lives. Before we got married, Jason and I had talked about getting a dog that would keep me company while he was out to sea for months on end. He left for deployment sooner than we expected, and we weren’t able to find a dog before he left. While I was visiting my parents, I went to the mall and wandered into the pet store. There was a tiny chihuahua, staring at me with his big pitiful eyes. The employee, sensing an easy mark, invited me to hold him. I was hooked. 15 minutes later, he was mine.
I had no idea what to name him. I woke up in the middle of the night and inspiration struck – George! (I should have gone back to bed and tried again later.) George weighed in at an itty bitty 5 pounds for about 5 months, and (in what seemed like) overnight he gained about 8 pounds. Apparently the pet store was less than truthful - George was not a pureblood chihuahua. We are 90% sure that he has some Jack Russell in him.
George is quite the character. Of the two chihuahuas, he is the affectionate one. Despite his size, he will find a way to wiggle into any lap that will hold him. He loves to be held, but he also loves his alone time. If he isn’t in our laps, he is most likely lying on our bed, asleep. George loves to play and jump. He is a fierce protector. He barks endlessly at all intruders, but he is the first to give in and make friends once he realizes our guests are not there to hurt us.
We got JC in April 2004. JC is a purebred chihuahua, and he rules the roost. When we brought JC home, he wanted nothing to do with George. We eventually started crating them together, and through that they developed a tolerance for one another. When we’re around, they like to pretend that they don’t like one another. However, whenever they think no one is looking, I catch them giving kisses and cuddling up against one another.
JC is the alpha dog. He climbs all over George – I see him using George as a stepping stone or sleeping on top of him all the time. JC loves to cuddle, but only if we’re actively giving him attention. He will sit for hours if he’s getting belly rubs, but the minute we stop he’s off to bigger and better things. He does not like it when George takes our attention.
JC does not like strangers. Period. He loves Jason and me, and he likes my parents, but anyone else is no bueno. It takes him a very long time to warm up to people, and most of the time we have to leave him alone with that person for him to form an attachment.
I view my pets as family members. As challenging and exasperating as they are sometimes, they are here for life. I love my boys. They have been the one constant in my life since I’ve gotten married. Through deployments, moves, changes in job, pregnancy, you name it – they’ve been there when others have not. They keep me sane and provide me with endless hours of entertainment.
I have fun times dressing up my dogs in costumes. They aren’t crazy about it, but I’m convinced they tolerate because they love me. Of course, they get their revenge by shedding all over every nice piece of clothing I own, hogging the covers, and passing horrendous gas just when I’m about to fall asleep. Fun times.
Did I mention that JC talks? He does. Here’s the proof.