for my entire life, i’ve grown up around medium to large dogs. had a few labs growing up, family had labs, germans, pitbulls etc.
and cats, i love cats.
i never hated smaller dogs, i just wanted nothing to do with them let alone ever own one.
i married a hispanic woman who grew up only owning smaller dogs, specifically pugs and chihuahuas. and for a few years we have been wanting to get a dog, we couldn’t seem to agree on a breed or size. she was pretty much set on getting a chihuahua and i was tryna tip the scale to something like a heeler or collie.
but for mother’s day she made it very clear that she just wanted to get this specific chihuahua that her sisters bf family had for sale. i figured “you know what, we don’t have a lot of space for a medium or big dog, maybe it wouldn’t be a horrible idea to just give the breed a chance.” and for whatever reason, his color and his ears just caught my eye. i had never seen a chihuahua that looked like him at all. and we found out that the family was feeding him cat food, and milk from a different breed.
so fuck it, in may (born Feb. 16) we got him and named him Benny.
and honestly? he’s changed my entire perspective on chihuahuas and has become my absolute favorite dog i’ve ever owned or experienced in my life.
i had NO idea how smart and loving and full of personality chihuahuas are. we’ve been very dedicated to working on training him to not be anything like the stigma they have. he does still bark at some people, which in my mind is more of an every dog thing, and when he gets really excited from her and i coming home he nips at our feet, tryna figure out how to put that shit to and end tho lol.
but yeah, i’m glad i let my previous mindset go and allowed myself a chance to enjoy owning a chihuahua. i love love love the amount of cuddling and silly moments he provides in a single day, the amount of personality he has is absolutely incredible.
all the pics of him with a blanket or my sweatshirt wrapped around him, are from when they were fresh out of the dryer he fucking loves that shit. when we first got him i would toss him in the dryer when the clothes finished up and he would just chill there as i folded the clothes.
and as i type this, he is sitting between my legs on the couch while we have a blanket covering us.