Tag: Chihuahuas

Dec 02, 2013
By Michael Rupured
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Me and My Gal

We got puppies twice when I was growing up. Poochy came from the pound, known today as an animal shelter. Amelia came to us after a neighbor’s dog got knocked up. Neither dog lasted more than six months. No, they didn’t die. Things just didn’t work out. When I moved out on my own, I got a cat — mostly because of the litter box. Letting the dog out from my third floor apartment wasn’t  an attractive option, and I didn’t want to add walking the dog to an already rushed morning routine. I outlived five cats before throwing in the towel, and for several years, enjoyed a pet-free existence. But my ex had always had dogs, and eventually, he talked …

Feb 10, 2013
By Michael Rupured

Toodles Returns

I’m back. Have you missed me? What a stupid question. Of course you have!  Two years is a long time to go without your Toodles fix. It’s Daddy’s fault you haven’t heard from me. He hogs the computer to write those books of his. On a good day, I’m lucky to sneak online long enough to update my Dogbook status. I haven’t checked my Bitches-N-Heat profile for weeks. No telling what that dreamy little Papillon I’ve had my eye on thinks. He’s adorable. I’d love to have his puppies, except I think he’s been fixed, too. Hooking up is one thing. Living with another dog is more than I want to take on. I refuse to share my treats, toys, …

Dec 10, 2012
By Michael Rupured
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And a Dog Named ‘Too’

If you’ve seen me with my little chihuahua, you know that Toodles and I have a special relationship. Views on our bond vary from “isn’t that adorable!” to “one or more of you needs professional help.” I can see both sides and will only say, it is what it is. One of the more difficult decisions my ex and I had to make as we restructured our relationship was whether or not to separate the dogs. I can’t imagine how difficult the decision must be when you’re dealing with children rather than dogs. Would they be scarred for life? Require years of counseling? End up on death row in the dog pound? We went back and forth, changing our mind …

Apr 30, 2012
By Michael Rupured
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More Puppy Parenting Tips

Here’s another round of tips dedicated to my high school pal and her new best friend, Katie. Sounds like they’re bonding, but the new is starting to wear off a little. Now’s when the real work comes. Hang in there! The first few months are the hardest. Hopefully these and the tips I provided in the two previous posts will make those months a little easier than they might otherwise have been. Study up a bit. Whether you watch dog training shows on television, buy books on training and the characteristics of your particular breed, or scour the internet for information is up to you. We did all of the above and watched every available episode of both The Dog …

Apr 26, 2012
By Michael Rupured
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Puppy Primer, Part Two

In the middle of the night last night, it dawned on me that before I give out advice about raising puppies, I need to establish some credibility. And of course, I also thought of several more tips. I offer the following true-life story as evidence of my dog-whispering ability. How’s that for an intro? We got new carpet in all the bedrooms today. The work that went into getting ready for installation made me appreciate the old carpet for lasting as long as it did. Getting ready for new carpet isn’t something I want to do very often. The garage is piled high and some of it ain’t coming back in. Because we moved things around–including the kennels–the dogs were …

Oct 26, 2011
By Michael Rupured

My Chihuahuas

About this time three years ago, my partner finally convinced me that we needed a dog. Having had cats and tropical fish for most of the previous three decades, I was enjoying a pet-free existence. Having always had a dog, my partner felt differently. After five years of him begging to get a puppy, being the sweet man you all know me to be, I finally relented. The only dog he’d ever heard me speak highly of was Fuzzy, a black, long-haired Chihuahua my godmother had when I was growing up. Fuzzy was the cutest little dog I’d ever seen. He died young, somehow the result of having knocked up a Labrador Retriever. My godmother kept his progeny, Simmy (an …