If you are wondering why I never posted anything from our Easter weekend eggtravaganza, you're about to find out why.
I've been busy.
I couldn't help myself.
I was obsessed.
I search high and low.
...And I found Charlie.
Charlie is a chocolate and fawn Chihuahua who joined our family on Tuesday night. He is three months old and a real sweet heart. He's a shy Chihuahua - a quiet guy who is quite the love. Charlie is from Colorado Springs. He's currently about 2 lbs and he's expected to get up to a whopping 4 lbs.
Look at that face.
PS. I also think that if we threw him in the air he might be able to fly.
Of course, I'm kidding.
It only took 48 hours. And I heard Dave called Dan to thank him for the Chihuahua. (See this post if that doesn't make sense to you.)
When I came home Monday and told Dave I wanted to get one. He looked at me like I had gone nuts. I don't think at this point he really believed me.
That night he said, Why a Chihuahua? Honestly puzzled at the thought.
The next morning he said, what is it that you want? Is it another dog? If so we can get another dog, maybe another lab. Or is it a lap dog you want? What other kind of small dogs are there? Anything but a Chihuahua. Now tell me why a Chihuahua?
Jack was also helping the cause. If you ever have had Jack ask you for something he really wanted… you'd know exactly what I mean. Those eyes can get ya. They get me every time. But I think the straw that broke the manhood hold was when Jack offered to use the money he has been saving for a motorcycle for a Chihuahua. He said, I can wait and save up more money. I can get my motorcycle later, daddy. Can you say, aahhhh.
So Jack and I got the proverbial response from the man, so you're going to take care of it, right? Notice it was still an 'it' at this point.
I said, yes, everything.
Dave said, Jack, are you going to help feed him? Jack, said, yes. Dave said, are you going to help take care of him like walking him? Jack said yes. Dave said, are you going to help pick up the poo on the lawn? Jack said, no.
Oh, to be 6 and honest.
Dave had a business dinner Tuesday night, so I took the kids to 'look' at Chihuahuas. I know, deep down, I knew we'd come home with one. Deep down I knew Dave knew I'd come home with one. In fact, everyone who I told knew we'd come home with one. I continued to be in a state of mild denial as I pulled on the highway and headed south. We'll just look and see.
As Dave walked up the drive way late that night. I was standing in the shadows. In a bit of a predicament actually. I had gotten home a little while earlier. The puppy, now Charlie, but then just the little guy, had thrown up on me on the way home and was terrified. I couldn't put him down – I had no cage. I was looking around the house for something. I was fearful the fellas would think him a rat and eat him. Jack was going to help me but the boys had fallen asleep in the car and I couldn't wake them up. With the little guy in my hands, I couldn't carry them in. I couldn't do much of anything. I stood there bewildered.
So… Dave's timing couldn't have been better. Well actually about 10 minutes earlier would have been perfect.
He walked up and said did you bring home a dog? I could tell from his voice he knew the answer and he found the whole situation at least a little bit humorous. I said, yep. He walked up and petted him on the head - I noticed he just needed to use his thumb – and said, with a big smile on his face, he's so cool.
And he didn't even have to check his manhood at the door.
So there you have it. The story of Charlie, our fifth.
