Yesterday the Wiener Nationals Wiener Dog Races were being held at Qualcomm Stadium and of course, I had to go. Last year, I had the Nikon D80 that was on loan to me, so I spent a lot of time taking photos and not actually petting dogs. Since this year I no longer had a fancy camera, I vowed, “I intend to focus more of an effort on touching wieners this year.” Strangely enough, I had to same goal at the start of my Senior year.
And touch wieners I did! There were so many this time, big, small, wee, long, dappled, chubby, crooked, one-eyed… and I loved them all (dogs, people… I’m talking about dogs). But what really caught my eye was the Chihuahua Rescue booth. I’ve never been a huge chihuahua fan, but I’ve realized that it’s the owners that make them so yippy and annoying, not necessarily the dog itself. There were some of the sweetest little dogs in there and one, a pale blonde and white male currently named Bixby totally melted my heart.
He was leaping in the air in his little playpen really high, like “Look at me! Look at me!”. When I approached, he stopped and sat calmly, sticking his wee nose through the gate to sniff me. When a little girl picked him up (one of the foster family members), he squirmed and carried on, but as soon as she handed him to me, he nestled against my chest and closed his eyes — except for the moment he looked up at me and licked my nose. *swoon*
The foster mom was into me; she said we seemed to mesh and I’d have to agree. Though, he could be a big pee-factory that never shuts up and she’s trying to unload him on me, so I’m wary. But, she seemed very genuine and I was happy she got a chance to see me with the dog to know I’m not some psychopath running an illegal chihuahua fighting ring in my parking space.
I never thought I’d want a male dog, first off… and secondly, I never thought I’d want a chihuahua. I’ve had my heart set on a doxie, or maybe a corgi, for a while now. But he just melted me, that dog, and now I’m seriously considering adopting him if he’s not gone. mikey says I should stop torturing myself and wait for the dog I *really* want, but now I don’t know what I really want.
*sigh* Damn that cuteness!
Well, it’s not like the universe is going to run out of dogs!
I’m always shocked at dogs that I fall in love with. There’s a one-eyed female Pomeranian at Bill Foundation who’s a leg humper. Which,of course, is TOTALLY my kinda dog!
Aww he thinks you’re his mommy! You could always have twoooo dogs….. I’m just sayin’. *whistles*
I have to clear it with my landlord. I mean, we’re not *technically* supposed to have pets, but the old manager had a cat and it’s not like this building is Shangri-La. It’s termite ridden and the foundation is crumbling. I’m at home all day long, so I totally can take the dog out if he’s concerned about pee. Then again, he’s never here, so he’d never know if I had a dog and I know my neighbors don’t care. I’d rather have his permission, you know? I’m just afraid if I ask him, his definitive “no” totally eliminates the dog option altogether.
It’s like not even a WHOLE dog. It’s like a dog-let. How do I resist that face? I mean, come on.
doooo eeeeeet! I have a chihuahua, and she is the smartest, most loving dog I have ever been around. I couldn’t imagine owning other breed now. Bixby is super adorable! I say go for it!
Aww he’s adorable! I went to the shelter firmly intent on getting a chocolate lab, but Leo flat out told me we were taking him home. He’s a pale yellow lab/red husky mix, and not chocolate at all. Just proves you can’t chose who you fall in love with! Also, getting a dog? Emotionally speaking, best thing I ever did. Hope it works out!
Technically our apartment complex wasn’t supposed to have crack dealers and hookers living there, but if no one told on me, then I wasn’t going to tell on them. (Besides-they had bigger guns).
My landlord said no. I had to ask him because the application asked for his phone number and I didn’t want to lie. I’m so glad my honesty was rewarded.
Well, you know … there’s “the list” of everything your looking for in the perfect guy and then there’s the perfect guy that just shows up sometimes and he’s drastically different from “the list”.
Ha - I guess dogs are not much different than men. If you made a connection with a special pooch, and it’s a good fit, then get on with it!
PS. I’m a HUGE fan of the welsh corgi and the wiener dog!!! LOVE THEM!
Oh, so I guess it would help to read the comments BEFORE posting my own … Landlord said no?!?! …
But it’s LOVE, Joelle!!! LOVE, I tell you!
Well, it clearly wasn’t meant to be. He’s been adopted!
I’m happy someone is taking him home… even if it’s not me.
I know exactly how you feel. I once fell in love with a black lab named Miles. My partner at the time in the 11th hour told me she couldn’t go through with it, so I tearfully returned the crate, food and accoutrement. But in the long run it worked out; we broke up (for other reasons) and I wouldn’t have had time for him.
Not the same situation as a doodyhead landlord, but still. It’s good that he was adopted and hopefully by someone who will love him as much as you would have.
Seriously though? Dog sit! I do it for friends on rare occasion and it temporarily fulfills my wanna-be-a-dog-owner tendencies. And my friend Juli, kid you not, has a black lab. Named Miles.
The dog picks you. That’s just the way it is.
It’s a shame that your landlord doesn’t approve of pets. I suggest he gets some good landlord insurance and this wouldn’t be a problem.