Monday, November 28, 2011
OK, so first off, she's not really a chihuahua. My husband and I joke about that because the group that rescued her had her listed as a chihuahua. (In their defense, she WAS really little when they got her!) She was brought from that group to the rescue group from whom we adopted her (because the first group was a shelter that unfortunately could not keep animals too long, if you get my meaning). I don't think the new group changed her listing when they took her over. She looks to be a real mix - maybe some Boxer, maybe some Pit Bull, maybe some hound. She got a crappy start in life - both police and animal rescue were involved in her rescue. She had burn marks on her and a cut that the vet thinks was made by a knife. She was 8 weeks old - what sicko did this to her?
At any rate, she's a real doll and now, at 18 months old, weighs 43 pounds and is a lap-sitter. I sat outside yesterday and she got up in my lap and, after making sure my face was completely clean, fell asleep curled up on me with her head against my shoulder. That is truly one of my " simple pleasures"!