I have been blessed (or at times cursed!!) with three wonderful fur-babies. The first is the Grandpa of the group, Bandit who was my parents dog when I moved in. Then three years ago adopted a rescue dog that I thought was a Chihuahua, named Harry. After he kept growing and growing the vet told us he was actually a Jack Russell mix with chihuahua. Have you ever met a Jack Russell? He is 25lbs of mischief. A few months after I adopted Harry, the rescue called to say they had a teacup apple head chihuahua up for adoption. Some terrible back yard breeder had left him and the mom and litter to die for some reason. So I adopted a 1.5lbs teacup Chi and we named him Peanut. Peanut bonded with my mom because I was gone four days a week trying beauty school. Chihuahuas are funny that they bond with one person and no one else can pick them up, feed them, do anything for them and he's MY DOG!!
One dog can be challenging but three are insanity at times. My darling Harry has a brown snout like the dobermans' in Snoop Dog's video and he always looks sad and possibly high from smoking a blunt. So Harry's nickname is Snoop Dog. When Harry was younger he loved to steal shoes and eat them. After that he got a time out for a COME TO JESUS MOMENT. He got mischievous by stealing things and giving them to the baby, Peanut. Peanut was good though and brought the items from the under the bed and returned them. Once he dropped a twenty dollar bill with a bite taken out of it at my mom's feet. I started chastising Harry when he would misbehave by saying "Jesus is watching you" and believe it or not when I then say "talk to Jesus" he actually lays down with his head on his paws like he's praying!
Bandit and Harry love to play together but he won't play with the baby too much. I think since he's a 20lb yorkie he's afraid he'll hurt Peanut. Now, Peanut and Harry love to play. When Peanut wants to play and Harry is sleeping, he gives him a few slaps of the paw to the face. Peanut definitely rules the roost when it comes to my parents' bed. When my mom is home he wants her to lay with him on the bed. We give all of them little bones that the big dogs can eat quickly but take longer for little Peanut. If he has a bone and one of the other dogs get on the bed, he growls and they back up. It's so funny to see a 25lb dog back down from a 4lb Chi.
I also marvel at their special gifts. Peanut has extraordinary hearing. If I walk from my room at night to go to the kitchen, he starts barking from the back of the house before I leave my room at the front of the house. Harry has super dog sniffing. I can have food in my room and wait until later to eat it. I minute I carefully un-wrap it, there's Harry. Bandit is just really smart in all areas. Just the other night, I fell getting out of bed. It was 2am and I called out for my mom. Bandit heard and came to me. I said go get momma. He went to her room, stood at the door and barked until she said, "What do you want Bandit." He kept turning towards my room and kept barking until she came to help me.
Any one of these pups could be trouble. But when you have three and they start working together, you really in trouble. I actually think they have some sort of telepathy going on. Like this morning, I reached for my robe, before I had it on here come Bandit and Harry. They were ready to go out. I can go to my closet and choose a shirt and they both come running but this time barking because they think I am leaving the house. They don't like it when we leave.
My dogs bring such joy into my life. I can't imagine not being greeted when I come home by Harry bringing a toy and rolling on the back for a belly rub. Then there's Peanut barking when I leave my room. It's so funny I just tell him "Hey I live here." Grandpa Bandit he's always there to help me in case I fall. (I've been ill and unfortunately I do have falls occasionally.) I can't imagine my life with out these beautiful creatures. On a serious note, If you are looking for a dog, please adopt one from a rescue organization. I can't believe my special Harry and Peanut were left to die because the unscrupulous back yard breeders didn't want to take them to the vet.
Even though they gang up and try to put one over on their humans, I wouldn't trade them for anything. They are my best friends and are truly gifts from God.
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