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12/24/2004: "New puppy"
So I come home on Wednesday to visit for the holidays, and what do I find?
A brand new baby chihuahua who weighs just over one pound.
My parents really astound me sometimes. I'm absolutely dying to take him back with me, since I could sneak him in and no one who could kick me out of my apartment would ever know, especially since he's so little that he's being litter-box trained and his barks are about as loud as a hamster sneeze, but something tells me that eventually my parents and sister would notice that he's gone.
He's like a bouncy little wind-up toy who gets madly delighted when he sees someone, and he can't stand not being touched - if he falls asleep against you and you move away from him, he'll wake up just enough to snuggle close again. He's also not one of the bald chihuahuas, so he has this mottled fur coat that's really pretty.
It's a good thing Will likes dogs too; I could have 10 of them and still want more.