Daddy's Calling

Today we're going to talk about the telephone. What does that have to do with Chihuahuas you ask? Good question.

Anyone that owns a Chihuahua will tell you how smart they are. Show them something a couple of times and they have it.

Well, as I've said before, my fiance' is a truck driver so he calls home a lot. Rebel knows when I'm on the phone with "dad". I can be talking to anyone else in the world and he ignores me. BUT, the minute dad is on the phone, he's right there with his head cocked off to the side and tries to get his head between me and the phone.

He will sit and listen to dad talk forever. If I'm not fast enough handing him the phone, he'll start pawing at my chin to get my attention.

He can be moody all day, but the minute he has "talked" to dad, he's back to his old self again.

And don't think for one minute that he doesn't understand what you say. All his dad has to do is tell him he is on his way home, and Rebel sits in the window and waits...and waits....and waits.

And people call dogs "dumb animals". I don't think so :)

Ankle Biter? Not if your family!

Hey ya'll...I thought that since you were hearing about the little angel/devil named Rebel you might like to hear a little from MY side. My name is Heather...little Rebel's big sister...and the proud gift giver. Don't let my mom fool you...she has always wanted a chihuahua. Her problem was that she was too proud to admit it. Like she has told you our family is very very set in our ways. The bigger the dog..the better the dog. She would have taken alot of slack for admitting to her rebel tendencies. But as her daughter, I knew what was best. Children DO know best sometimes! I was living in South Carolina at the same time as dear old mom...and as yankees we were not well liked...to say the least. So as my mom was a little lonely and missing the clean fresh air of the north, the sweet everyday norm of being ignored (but not because you were an outsider-just because that is the way its done!)...I came up with a plan. I heard about a clan of puppies that just HAD to be given away and that they were white chihuahua's. I being the slick-tongued yankee that I am talked my way into a free one. With delivery, no less! So as we were sitting drinking coffee on the that beautiful hot muggy Valentine's Day a car pulls up! After I ran out of the house and scooped the bundle of joy into my arms the presentation began...and the tears. When I walked into the house with Rebel in my arms the stage was set...my mother being who she is still didn't believe he was for her. So as I said Happy Valentine's Day Mom...the tears began. And that is how my dear mother found her lifelong friend...her son...and my baby brother. If I had to do it all again and get an ankle biter...I would.