I was devastated when our rescue puppy died two days before she was to become ours, mere weeks after we’d lost Roxy, our beloved fifteen-year-old pup, and I wondered how I could risk opening my heart to another puppy. Surprisingly enough, Hubby, the guy who’d been saying he didn’t want any more pets, convinced me to keep looking.
When I came across an ad selling Chihuahua puppies in the Vancouver area, I gave the contact information to my son, who lives out there, and left it up to him whether to get a puppy or not. He chose this precious baby girl.
She snuggled into my son’s jacket and slept the entire four hours to her new home.
After discarding several names, we settled on Georgie. Miss Georgie Girl, to be exact. Gosh, she’s a cutie. Her fluffy coat is spectacular, with lovely markings and silky soft fur.
With her short snout, protruding bottom jaw and tiny jowls, she resembles a micro-mini boxer.
When I tucked Georgie into her sleep crate that first night, she gazed at me for a moment and then curled up and went right to sleep. I thought, “Wow, how easy is this?”
Famous last words. She started whimpering as soon as I left the room and didn’t stop the entire night. Or the next night. Or for many nights after that. It took two long weeks of her wailing nonstop between twice-nightly visits outside before she finally settled down. Broke my heart to put her (and me) through that, but I’m so glad I persevered. She’s a perfect angel at night now.
Georgie weighed 1.7 pounds at her eight-week vet appointment. She has a small umbilical hernia, which is nothing to worry about, but will need repairing when she’s spayed.
Other than pitifully complaining about her sore leg, Georgie simply put herself to bed and slept off the vaccine’s effects.
She quite enjoys her toy crate, and comes and goes as she pleases.
It’s been fifteen years since Hubby and I had a new puppy. We’d forgotten how busy and curious they are. Georgie’s nose is always to the ground and she tries to eat whatever she comes across. And thank goodness she’s so small because she wants to bite and chew everything. Shoes, clothes, furniture, fingers, toes…noses.
Distracting her with toys usually works.
She entertains herself very well.
Georgie accompanies me into the bathroom at night while I wash up, and out of desperation to save my toes, I discovered that toilet paper rolls are highly entertaining.
One day I came across this scenario.
She’d dragged a towel I’d left by the door into the living room and settled in for a comfy chew. She was not impressed when I took the roll away.
Georgie thinks Roxy’s favourite snuggle blanket makes a fine plaything. She drags it from her bed and comically runs laps with it hanging from her mouth.
Works for tug-of-war, too.
She’s not averse to snuggling with it, though.
Roxy hated this little bed and never used it. Georgie took to it right from the start.
If I’m nearby, she keeps a loving eye on me.
The bed is tippy, so I tucked a rolled-up towel underneath to stabilize it. Georgie promptly pulled it out every time I put it there until I finally gave up. Apparently a tippy bed is more fun.
She sometimes sits flat on her bum.
Roxy slept on my lap while I used the computer, and Georgie often does, too.
Or she runs around the room, exploring and playing with her toys.
If Hubby’s in his workout room, she scratches on the door.
Sometimes we play fetch while I’m on the computer, and she’s getting quite good at it. If I’m slow to respond, she smacks my leg and twitters like a tiny bird. When she’s tired, she’ll lie quietly at my feet.
Georgie’s had a couple of playdates with our grand-dog. Daisy, who weighs less than four pounds, looks huge beside Georgie, but that will eventually change. I think they’ll become good friends.
Running is the best fun, ever.
The only thing better than running inside is running outside.
She loves the backyard.
So much to explore…
Because of these fun distractions, she rarely wants to go back inside when we do. We won’t indulge in the chase game, so this can become quite time-consuming. Much to my consternation, the little escape artist discovered she could slip through the yard’s front latticework or duck under a few spots in the chain-link fence.
I began taking her outside on her leash, both to keep her safely in the yard and to easily corral her after she’s done her business. Luckily, she doesn’t mind the harness and leash (which is also great for chewing). She’s enthusiastic about walks, too.
Hubby installed new front fencing and put chicken wire along the chain-link. Not too pretty, but it does the job.
We still have problems convincing her to come in, and using the leash isn’t always convenient, so I’ve borrowed a little pen. It’s the best thing ever, for when we don’t have time to let her run loose. Georgie enjoys being in it, does her business right away, and we can easily pick her up afterward.
Just like Roxy did, Georgie helps me with the laundry.
Georgie’s philosophy is “play hard, sleep hard”. I can’t resist taking (too many) photos of how adorable she looks asleep.
Some of her positions are quite hilarious.
She used to stick her tongue out and suckle while sleeping. So precious!
She prefers snuggling near our neck and shoulders.
The couch pillow is comfy, too.
I get this face if I’m on the couch without her.
She can go up and down the carpeted stairs on her own.
But the steep, tiled stairs are still beyond her comfort level.
Like most Chihuahuas, she loves sleeping in the sunshine.
If there’s no sun, the heat register will do nicely.
Those ears though!
Georgie’s ever-evolving ears continue to enchant us. At eight weeks, her right ear stood up and her left one bent down.
Soon after, at two months, both ears bent.
By ten weeks, her left ear decided to stand, while the right continued to bend.
A week later, they both stood at attention.
Currently, at three months, her right ear ripples a bit and the left one stands up. Unbearably adorable.
At Georgie’s twelve week vet checkup, she weighed 2.5 pounds. Although she took to her crate again to sleep afterwards, the second vaccine seemed to hurt less.
At three months, Georgie’s smart, sweet, mischievous, and so entertaining. I’m amazed at how many words she already understands, when she chooses to listen. We’re still working on potty-training and obeying, but that’s slowly improving. She’s my little ray of sunshine and I anticipate many years of fun and adventures together.
Oh, and Hubby, that guy who didn’t want another pet, he’s totally smitten. Georgie completely adores him, too.