Chico was a little Chihuahua. She was little, loud and mighty. She was her own boss and ruled the cats in the house. She came to us as a rescue from an abusive family. She loved Bozo Dog bones and would eat the marrow out of them. She hid them all over the house and would dare a cat to go near one. She never forgot where she left them. If a cat tried to come into the living room, they had to get permission from Chico first.
She loved to go for rides, especially in the truck. If she knew someone was going somewhere she was the first to get in. During the time we had Chico we took in a foster dog named Kiko, an American Eskimo. If you were sitting or lying down and called for Chico or Kiko, you would have both dogs on top of you. Kiko found a home in the country as our neighbor did not like having their fence dug up.
She was a good watch dog and let us know if there was anything happening around our house. For some reason Chico detested a neighbor named Charlie, a friendly, good neighbor. He was a childhood friend of my husband and would come over or take walks by our house. When Charlie appeared Chico would go ballistic, barking and ranting and raving. I wonder if he looked like the person who had abused her earlier in life. Chico, like all of our animals, was loved and spoiled and had a happy life.
She loved to go for rides, especially in the truck. If she knew someone was going somewhere she was the first to get in. During the time we had Chico we took in a foster dog named Kiko, an American Eskimo. If you were sitting or lying down and called for Chico or Kiko, you would have both dogs on top of you. Kiko found a home in the country as our neighbor did not like having their fence dug up.
She was a good watch dog and let us know if there was anything happening around our house. For some reason Chico detested a neighbor named Charlie, a friendly, good neighbor. He was a childhood friend of my husband and would come over or take walks by our house. When Charlie appeared Chico would go ballistic, barking and ranting and raving. I wonder if he looked like the person who had abused her earlier in life. Chico, like all of our animals, was loved and spoiled and had a happy life.
Chico was a little Chihuahua. She was little, loud and mighty. She was her own boss and ruled the cats in the house. She came to us as a rescue from an abusive family. She loved Bozo Dog bones and would eat the marrow out of them. She hid them all over the house and would dare a cat to go near one. She never forgot where she left them. If a cat tried to come into the living room, they had to get permission from Chico first.
She loved to go for rides, especially in the truck. If she knew someone was going somewhere she was the first to get in. During the time we had Chico we took in a foster dog named Kiko, an American Eskimo. If you were sitting or lying down and called for Chico or Kiko, you would have both dogs on top of you. Kiko found a home in the country as our neighbor did not like having their fence dug up.
She was a good watch dog and let us know if there was anything happening around our house. For some reason Chico detested a neighbor named Charlie, a friendly, good neighbor. He was a childhood friend of my husband and would come over or take walks by our house. When Charlie appeared Chico would go ballistic, barking and ranting and raving. I wonder if he looked like the person who had abused her earlier in life. Chico, like all of our animals, was loved and spoiled and had a happy life.
She loved to go for rides, especially in the truck. If she knew someone was going somewhere she was the first to get in. During the time we had Chico we took in a foster dog named Kiko, an American Eskimo. If you were sitting or lying down and called for Chico or Kiko, you would have both dogs on top of you. Kiko found a home in the country as our neighbor did not like having their fence dug up.
She was a good watch dog and let us know if there was anything happening around our house. For some reason Chico detested a neighbor named Charlie, a friendly, good neighbor. He was a childhood friend of my husband and would come over or take walks by our house. When Charlie appeared Chico would go ballistic, barking and ranting and raving. I wonder if he looked like the person who had abused her earlier in life. Chico, like all of our animals, was loved and spoiled and had a happy life.
