Chico was born the first weekend after we moved into the new house, in Lynne's closet. His momma was half Chihuahua, half Boston Terrier. His daddy was a traveling salesman. He's only one and a half, so he's got about six months till he is officially not a puppy any more.
He loves barking at coyotes, deer, and wild pigs; playing with Piper (our mini Dachshund), and bringing us presents.
This is some of the current junk Chico has brought into the frount yard. There is a shoe and a sock (I haven't found a foot, but I'll keep looking), a bottle (he prefers beer cans when he can get them), sticks, and old cow bones. Any paper or plastic products he brings home he shreds into a thousand pieces each about the size of a quarter. Yes, he makes a mess. And yes, he digs ALOT of holes. However, he looks at everyone in the family as if they were the greatest thing that God had ever put on the planet and he desires to be near us more than anything else. And who can ask for more than that.
He loves barking at coyotes, deer, and wild pigs; playing with Piper (our mini Dachshund), and bringing us presents.
This is some of the current junk Chico has brought into the frount yard. There is a shoe and a sock (I haven't found a foot, but I'll keep looking), a bottle (he prefers beer cans when he can get them), sticks, and old cow bones. Any paper or plastic products he brings home he shreds into a thousand pieces each about the size of a quarter. Yes, he makes a mess. And yes, he digs ALOT of holes. However, he looks at everyone in the family as if they were the greatest thing that God had ever put on the planet and he desires to be near us more than anything else. And who can ask for more than that.
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Aw... how sweet... even after he ate your phone.
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