CheeWee

This is our dog. He is mostly Chihuahua, thus his nickname “CheeWee”. Actually, when we first got him, Wendy named him Brandon but that really never stuck. Everyone calls him “CheeWee” or “Cheezer” or “Cheez-Wiz”.

We got him from the dog pound when we lived in Lancaster, California about eleven years ago. The story they told us was that they just found him walking down the road one day. Nobody ever came to claim him and I’m sure they would have “put him down” had he been there too much longer. They guessed his age to be around two years old at the time.

I remember when I first saw him, he was simply skin and bones sitting in a large cage with a concrete floor and several other dogs about 10 times his size. He was shaking like a leaf! After adopting him, he took to me immediatlely & has been the most loyal and intelligent pet we’ve ever had the good fortune to keep. He has been through 3 toddlers and was patient with them and never bites. He barks by the door when he needs to go outside. He barks by his bowl when it’s dinnertime. He barks beside his waterdish if it becomes empty. In short, he’ll tell you exactly what he needs.

“CheeWee” does have his quirks though. For example, he attacks Wendy whenever she is headed out the door to go somewhere. Most dogs attack unfamiliar people trying to come into your house, this dog attacks the familiar Wendy trying to leave the house. I’ve never figured out why he does this, but he certainly goes into a tizzy when she grabs her purse and car keys!

Now my poor “CheezWiz” is getting old. I figure maybe he’s about thirteen now. His eyes are getting a haze to them, his skin is getting those dark blotches that old folks get, he’s having trouble on the stairs. I can’t help but wonder how long he has left in this world. I’m gonna be devastated when my poor dog passes on. It’s depressing to think about.