Anyone who listens to Swap Shop knows I have two little Chihuahuas. I never EVER imagined myself the proud, happy owner of such a small dog. Chihuahua’s have a well deserved reputation for the disproportionate amount of noise they make when compared to their body mass. To that I can say true, and not true.
Bella Luna, my little girl, is 8 pounds of Labrador Retriever disguised as a Chihuahua. She’s never met a stranger, never barked at anything that isn’t a cat (or a squirrel). A totally wonderful dog. She darn near came potty trained as a puppy and has always been the “Smart One” of our two dogs.
Baxter, aka “Little Man” is 7.7 pounds of all Chihuahua. He doesn’t care for strangers, more so men than women, and lets us all know if there is someone coming to the door. He also is the proud owner of a little girls squeal. A squeal that a teen or tween aged girl would make if she just received a love letter from Justin Beber. That squeal is a toe curling, ear splitting announcement that either there is a cat in back yard, or his favorite person (my daughter-in-law) is at the front door. Once he learns that you are NOT out to eat him, Baxter is one good little guy.
Last night I realized just what a special little guy he is. Baxter is the worlds biggest optimist. He is Positive that the glass is have full! I’m not sure where he got this life outlook, I firmly believe that half a glass, is half way to another glass. But Baxter is the most optimistic being I have ever come across.
Walk near the drawer where we keep the walk harnesses, he is dancing that he’s going for a walk. Open the garage door, where the food bag is stored and he’s dancing cause it’s dinner time (his 2 favorite words – “Dinner Time”). Walk into the kitchen his ears go on high def. Open the fridge or the pantry and he is your newest, littlest shadow. He is POSITIVE you are gonna drop some food.
I can count on one hand how many times my wife or I have actually dropped food. We are pretty careful. But Baxter is sure his next treat is just seconds away and there is no way that he will allow Bella to beat him to that snack. If something doesn’t get dropped this time, there’s always next time. For Sure next time something will hit the floor! He just knows it!
I admire that outlook. There is a lot to learn from that outlook.
I will try that at the bank . . . . . .