August Rescue

This past July, I got an urge to begin to look on PetFinder for dogs.  I grew up with two dogs as a child all the way through the time I moved out of my parents' house in 2009.  Two months in my then-apartment, I adopted my calico cat, Ginger, and it had been the two of us for nearly 8 years; however, since moving into my house in 2015, I really began to yearn for a dog.   Although Ginger is a great cat and is almost like a dog (she greets me when I come home and sleeps with me every night), she will often disappear on her own when I'm watching TV, while I know a dog would not and would cuddle by me and keep me company.

So anyways, I began to look for a dog.  I knew I wanted a smaller dog (less energy that needed to be expended) but not too small (that could easily get stuck in the house when I wasn't home and was able to stand up to Ginger).  If they were house-trained and did not chew, even better.  So after scrolling through nearly fifty pages and hundreds of dogs, I found only one that just piqued my interest.  This dog was named "Mr. Bean."  He looked like the Taco Bell Chihuahua and was dressed in a shirt on the photo.  He was described as sweet, lovable, non-destructive, and house trained.   He was young too--a year and a half old.  Not too old but not a puppy either.  I was intrigued but nervous to apply.  He sounded great, but could I do it?  I work, am out in the yard and garden, and always on the go.  Could a dog fit in my life?  I bit the bullet and just applied one night living by the mantra that I didn't want to regret NOT applying.  I figured if he was not what the description said, I could say no (yeah, right).  Plus, I thought he sounded like the perfect dog, he was probably already snatched up by someone who acted more quickly than I did.   

After several days, I did not hear back.  I had tried adopting a couple times before in the past year and had been met with frustration on the difficulty of the process and poor communication.  I chalked it up as not meant to be and that it was probably not the right time for a dog.  Lo and behold, exactly one week later, I received a response that they were reviewing my application and calling for references.  After Mr. Bean (aka Cooper, named by his foster mom) came to visit, I knew he was for me, and I did it.  

Cooper adjusted to life in my home so easily, I couldn't believe it.  After one evening, he bonded with me and knew I was his new mom.  I had puppies and dogs and understood the adjustment period was not going to be easy, but Cooper adjusted unbelievably well. 

I'm glad I applied for this little dog, because I think I would have regretted not having him in my life.   He has brought so much happiness and fulfillment to my life, and Terry even loves him too.  He will go with us to walk properties and hangs with us for dinner and movies.  He visits my family, and he knows my parents and my personal trainer.  Everyone who meets him, loves him.

So, don't forget to follow him on Instagram at CLEchihuahua and check out our adventures on here.