You know how the girl in your office says she'll never fall in love again and then announces her engagement the next week?
So I told you before I was actively seeking a companion dog for Praline. My criteria were a small dog wot can be a lively and fun playmate for teh puppeh. I was coming to the conclusion this might involve another terrier. The two breeds I swore I wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole were Dachshund and Chihuahua.
Took Miss P to the vet Thursday to get her 15 week shots, and I discussed getting a second dog, and compatibility issues with Praline. She told me they had the last two of a litter of pups Dr. Parker rescued, and one of them would be great. I met them and liked them, and told her I'd take the boy if no one else did Friday.
Turns out, they're chiweenies. Yup. Chihuahua AND dachshund.
Nope, no name yet. Pancho? Taco? Fritzy? Longue Carbine?
He looks more wiener than chi (and that's a mercy), and he's very good-natured and sweet. Then again, he's a baby and more personality will come out in the coming weeks. Miss P is hell for leather to menace him, and the two of them are a handful, for now and can only be together with very close supervision. When he's big enough to kick her ass, she's really going to be in trouble. She's been pretty gentle, generally, but he IS so much smaller than her. I'm a very present mother hen when they're together, and I'm careful to try to dote on Praline. She doesn't seem jealous, but I don't want her to feel her place in my heart is threatened, either.
Anyhoo, more to come. Wish me luck.