Mostly Proud Owners

My husband and I are the (mostly) proud owners of a chiuhuahua mix. I say mostly because sometimes he is not a shining star in terms of behavior but mostly he is adorable and cuddly and playful. An exception to this is when he gets himself all worked up because another dog is staying with us. I'm not sure if you know this but many chihuahuas have a hard time sharing the spotlight and can get a bit jealous of other dogs in their space, near their stuff, breathing the same air as their owners etc. 

Bo loves other dogs...when he's at their house. But I've come to discover that he becomes an anxiety ridden nutcase when my parents bring their dog to our house. The dogs get along fine, there isn't aggression but there is so much stress. Bo just can't relax because if he relaxes then their dog might go near one of his toys, or walk too close to his food and water bowls or heaven forbid someone might even pet their dog instead of him! 

All of this is mostly fine because it's short lived and just means he spends more time being held or in a lap than usual. Which is actually a lot because he already spends a fair amount of time in both of those locations. But most recently, as in yesterday, my little man distressed himself into throwing up. Now if you have dogs you know that sometimes this just happens and it's part of dog life that messes will be made and sometimes those messes will be in your house. I'm pretty sure he just ate too fast- so he could more quickly get back to keeping an eye on the houseguest. 

But unfortunately for me, he decided to make things a bit more complicated last night. Also, am I the only one who feels like dogs only get sick at night once you're already settled in bed? So sometimes at night he likes to crawl under the bed. I already don't like this because I have an irrational fear that the bed will break and fall on his tiny little self and crush him. So when I hear him, I start trying to call him to get out from under there. I then think to myself, hm that's weird he's alll the way up under the head of the bed (usually he hovers at the foot or just under one of the sides, never venturing all the way in). So I continue to call him and try to entice him out of his hiding spot to no avail. So I haul my pregnant self out of bed, untangling myself from my pregnancy pillow and the covers and onto the floor. 

This is when I peak under the bed to try and grab him and get him out and I'm greeted with the unpleasant surprise that he has been sick. Under the bed. And let me tell you, this would have been annoying under any circumstances. But add in a pregnant belly that I can't lay on to get a good arms reach in their to clean? It ups the difficulty. Now you might be thinking, why not just have your husband help you. I'm sure he would have had he been home but he was out of town for the evening so it was up to me! 

But wait there's more. He refuses to come out! I'm calling and calling him and trying to reach for him and he won't budge. So I decide to go ahead and try and clean the carpet- because obviously this happened on the carpeted part of the house and not those hardwood, easier to wipe down floors I mentioned yesterday. But in a weird turn of events when I try and start cleaning, my little guy growls at me as if I were trying to take his favorite toy. What in the world?! 

I pause my cleaning efforts and go back to trying to entice him out from under the bed, which I finally do. I then have to put him in puppy time out in the bathroom so I can contain him while I clean. As I finish up and release him from his puppy time out he just trots right on over to his dogbed and settles in like nothing happened and off to sleep. 

So I'll say it again, we are the (mostly) proud owners of a chihuahua mix but last night was not his proudest moment. 

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