The Crotchety Old Man

Category: Mavis

  • Mavis!

    A great friend drove me to Lawrenceville this past Friday afternoon to pick up Mavis. Folks in the waiting room had come for one of Mavis’s siblings. Apparently, the adopted pup was their second choice–behind Mavis. Mavis was the last pup they brought out. Like her sisters, she was in a cone. I’m glad. Without…

  • Training Preparations

    I didn’t need to train Toodles, my first dog. Andy trained Tico (her older brother), and Toodles followed his lead. She was a good girl with no bad habits who never got in trouble. I adored her, but would never describe her as “fun”. Training Tootsie was entirely my responsibility. I was able to spend…

  • Name Games

    When I decided to get my first dog, I wanted a female, long-haired chihuahua. Long before I found the dog, I named her Toodles–the nickname of my favorite aunt. Toodles (and Andy’s Tico) came from a puppy mill. Best I can recall, they didn’t have names before we got them. When I lost Toodles, I…