Its Bath Time For The Baby...

No, I don't have a baby...I have a chihuahua...is there a difference? Don't laugh so loud! Honestly, he is as much a responsibility as a child. I have always been a 'big' dog fan: Rottweilers, Mastiffs, Chows, German Shepherds never teeny tiny ones. Then out of the blue, I get a chihuahua puppy from a friend. I couldn't resist him...he is chocolate brown...a dog that is the same color as a dark chocolate Hershey bar...is after my own heart. He fit in the palm of my hand. Chico is now in his 8th year he is 10 times as big and 10 times more trouble. Every year he gets a cold during the summer that is if I don't cover him up at night from the cooler. He will get heat stroke if he lays in the sun too long. Yet, he is a 'big' dog at heart...he will take down a pit bull or a pile of rattlesnakes if given the chance. I've had to save him from his ego a few times. He braves dark halls, bullies the cat, chases the PG&E and mail man...yet he cries like a little baby when he hears the sink water. He hates water...rainwater, ocean water, puddles or hoses. They all feel him with disgust. He tiptoes across the car wash water puddles and will not go outside if its raining. Today he gets his once every two week bath and now he is hiding his head in indignation. He will milk a piece of chicken or ginger snap out of me before the night is over. His eyes bring me to my knees. Where is my dignity? I gave it up for a chocolate pup....Pobrecito!