.Chihuahua

Type: long hair
Color: red and white tuxedo


This boys describing word is craven. Sure, he's cute. But he's an utter wimp of the worst kind.

Even though I've known him forever, I apparently just project too strong of an energy or something. He loves me with a frantic stalker yet mildly terrified energy. But if I get to close to him, he'll roll over and pull his lips back in a submissive grin. And he NEVER perks his ears at me. Ever.

I think he assumes the world'll blow up if he does.

He is getting a little better. But if I don't have food in my hand or are in motion, he's in constant "no worries! I'm short, see short! No threat at all" Tight grin "Really, I'll be your faithful servant forever!" At least I can get him to stand on my leg now, my only loop hole against him falling over in a heap at first contact.

One can only enjoy groveling so far. Two minutes would of been good. This has been going on for nearly three years.

I'm hoping one day he'll grow out of it.

But I doubt it.

Oddly enough, he is my favorite out of sis's dogs.