tiki
For literally years, our daughter Ally has wanted a Chihuahua, but Joni and I refuse to keep puppy mills and expensive pet stores in business by paying big bucks for a dog when you can find dozens at the local animal shelter. We promised Ally that if one ever showed up in the "Pet Parade" of the local newspaper, we'd go take a look at the little bat-eared fellow. Lo and behold, after many weeks of going through the paper, Ally finally found a Chihuahua at the pound...and now we have our newest dog, Tequila, whom we've nicknamed Tiki.

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For a Chihuahua, Tiki's pretty big (13 1/2 pounds). And like your typical Chihuahua, he thinks he's 
moy macho. He's not afraid of anything. He gets along well with the other dogs and cats at our house.


He really likes Ally, which is a damned good thing for him, because he doesn't like me much, and I 
feel the same about him (Yeah, growl at me again, tough guy. See what THAT gets you). He doesn't
like Beth, either, but he loves Joni, and she loves him too. She has a weakness for small, mean dogs.
No, I don't understand it, either.


We've had him for a few months, and he's already racked up some serious vet bills (Lyme disease, a hurt
paw, etc.). Still, Ally's sun rises and sets on him, so I suppose I'm stuck with the little monster until...
...well, how long WILL it be until Ally gets out of college and has her own place?



Posted November 2008