The boys were tired of their 100lbs Chihuahua jumping on
them, so they crawled into his travel crate. I thought it was just too funny and
cute to not take a picture. And on a positive note the house stayed clean longer...
~*giggles*~
I just recently figured out where the information on this
site was (how to access). Many things have happened in the life of our
"Furr-baby". His first birthday was good, instead of a birthday cake
he got birthday steak. We teased him around Halloween when he hid behind our
legs (he's not that little, and was peaking to see if we'd save him) because of a five-year-old girl who wore an alien mask (he should have
been born with feathers not fur). He still loves his job to "wake the
kids" (he flea bites, pulls off covers, and licks faces until they get out
of bed). He's growing into a gentleman as we work on sitting when we see humans
(to prevent excitement and jumping issues). Sometimes we forget he's the
"dog" since he's become a huge part of our lives and family.
As of late, he's become my walking partner in the evening. I
pop on my headphones (to prevent others from trying to stop me to talk)... and
we walk laps where we live. It gives my husband time alone to bond with his
boys while we try to keep in shape. Cooper is starting to learn how to behave
and listen to my commands. I celebrate in his intelligence and ability to pick
up on what you want him to do (even if it is a clearing of the throat, snapping
your fingers, or whatever instead of the actual command). Lately, I've been
making kissing sounds when I want him to keep up in walking instead of sniffing
and holding me back in my power walk. I'm hoping that will go over on nature hikes
in the future when he's behaved enough to be "off leash".
