That's the thing about puppies, you never know what they will really look like once they grow up. I believe that certain dogs are meant for certain people. I wasn't going to keep Princess when I first adopted her either, not because of her looks, but because I felt so bad for her wanting to run all the time and me living in an apartment not having a yard for her. She is a Mini American Eskimo. But I also adopted her at a low point in my life and she made me get out and go for walks and do things again. So the Good Lord knew as usual just what I needed. Gigi was also meant to be, as Princess isn't the real cuddle type of dog like chis are. I even had her name picked out and wanted a LH before I even saw her. I had looked for months for a chi to rescue as they were difficult to find here. When I finally found one and she turned out to be a LH and her name just happen to be Gigi, I just knew she was meant to be mine So some things are just destined to come our way and those that do, usually have a purpose in our lives.
I am happy for you both that it worked out. Peggy -------Original Message------- From: JD Date: 8/8/2013 10:20:50 AM To: Chihuahuas@yahoogroups.com Subject: [Chihuahuas] Getting what I needed not what I wanted-long OK I just have to say this .I hope it doesn't make me sound callous. When I thought about getting a dog, I really wanted to rescue a Pittbull. They are awsome with kids and normally the first to be put down in shelters. My sister raised her son with a pitty and this kid sits on her head, pulls her ears and the poor dog just looks at us like "help me" but NEVER bites or reacts. I started fostering dogs to test the situation out with my son and it turned out he's still afraid of big dogs. To him a big dog is anything over 15 pounds. So I tried fostering smaller dogs and puppies. It turned out to be an easier transition. Maybe because he thought the dog was a weird barking cat. However he was, for the most part, gentle with them. So I knew I had to go the very small dog route. So I looked into Yorkies, Chi's, Maltese's, toy poodles and other small dogs. Chi's were always put on the back burner because, as the world knows, they are nasty mean nippy yippy dogs who bond with 1 person and make terrible family pets. However the universe was giving me a different message. I kept seeing hoarding situations going on with Chi's and the rescues I worked with were getting involved with rescuing and rehoming Chi's. Eventually I took the plunge and decided to adopt an apple head Chi from one of the rescue situations going on. I wanted a Chi but not a mix. I def DID NOT want any doxie (weenier dog) or mix with my Chi. I dis like the look and worry about their knees and back. So when my rescue friend told me she was pulling several apple head Chi's from a hoarding situation, I asked her if they were Chi's or mixes. She said they were apple head Chi's. I then jumped at the chance believing this was yet a message for me to rescue a Chi. When I got her, I was so over joyed of rescuing that I didn't really notice that her snout was longer then a Chi, that at 3 months of age she was about 4 pounds and that her body was a bit longer then a Chi. I wanted to make sure she had her crate, food, toys and accessories. As time passed her body grew longer as did her snout. I became upset because her look is exactly the opposite of what I wanted. Her Chi-weenie mix is exactly what I didn't want. For a brief moment in time I even considered rehoming her with my friends rescue because of it. However, as more time passes, I realize I got wanted I needed and not what I wanted. Her temperament is amazing. She plays with my son like a champ, sleeps with him, does well with my cats and strangers. Doesn't see a lap that should be empty, is dog friendly and now is willing to play fetch. She's going to make a wonderful AAT dog. I see that the Universe intervened and gave me what I needed to have in my life but not what I wanted. I just had to share this story. JD
