This is Brutus Maximus, and we inherited him from my grandmother when she passed. I loved Non, and she loved dogs, but she never socialized them or fed them right or did shit with them. Because of that, we had a neurotic bundle of nerves who didn't understand dog food, treats, or how to play.
We have since remedied most of his neuroses and taught him to be playful and to stick up for himself and his food. He no longer feeds on table scraps, he no longer shivers in a strange dog's presence, he no longer cowers by my ankles at the dog park. He is, essentially, a new dog. Take that, Cesar Milan!
Just look at him posing all sexy with that Kong! That is a self-confident little fucker if I ever saw one.
The plan: Make sure he always gets as much attention as the other two dogs and provide with treats, walks, and stimulation. Take to obedience classes and hope something sticks. He is, after all, a chihuahua. Or so we were told. (At 12lbs he is twice the max weight of a AKC chihuahua, suggesting perhaps he was mixed with something or improperly bred.) I love mutts, so it really doesn't matter. Maybe whatever he could be mixed with will make him smarter than your average Chiwa.
-Sarah
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