I mentioned a while back that my husband fell in love with an adult stray chihuahua we had at the clinic. To be perfectly honest, I was incredibly uninterested in getting another dog soon (still miss my 16 yr old lab so much that it hurts, enjoying sleeping in, not having to find a pet sitter...)
Well, that freaking chihuahua has become my best little buddy and I just LOVE having her around. She's easily trainable, SUPER friendly with people, barks for protection but not for much else, and as of about a week ago: IS NOW POTTY TRAINED!!! (yes, folks, with a LOT of determination and lost sleep, a chihuahua can be houe trained)
It's also been amazing to watch my husband and this dog. They love eacother so much and have this awesome relationship. I don't expect you all to understand but my hubby has basically been anti-dog since we got married and it was slowly crushing my soul. (truly) Now, I have to remove the dog from his arms in order to hug him when I get home. It's GREAT.
Whenever I have a spare moment, I find myself flipping through the pictures on my phone of the night she came home. As soon as I had let her out of her carrier, she ran over to my husband, crawled into his lap, and stayed there for 4 hours. She picked us as her family and I'm glad she did!
However, from the chomping sounds I'm hearing from the bedroom, it sounds like I need to go remove my bathrobe from her clutches...