We adopted Bindi the 7 year old Chihuahua last Friday, so tomorrow she will have been with us for a whole week, and so far, so good. I am only 4 feet 11 inches tall, and weigh 98 pounds, so she is the perfect Claire-sized dog. I have no desire to be knocked off my feet by a huge enthusiastic hound! Bindi is my pint-sized companion, and follows me everywhere. I will be doing something, I will turn around, and there is my tiny friend, sitting quietly as you please, just watching me. When I come home from work, she suddenly morphs into a Mexican jumping bean, literally bouncing off the furniture with excitement and doing the wall of death around the room. She has a huge smile on her face and she even sounds happy when she pants! What a beautiful welcome; I tell you it makes my day. So far she is a constant source of amusement; I understand small dog syndrome perfectly, just ask Perfect Husband if I am a shy retiring wallflower who is afraid to speak her mind! So it would seem me and Bindi have a lot in common.
So today's photo is Bindi doing one of her favourite things; snuggling under a blanket with me and snoozing happily. She is a dear little creature, and I'm glad she's happy with us. So many of these dogs get abandoned or mistreated, and I never thought I would adopt one. Partly because I never thought I'd ever own a dog; I've always been a cat person (by this I don't mean a person who is a cat in disguise, but a person who prefers cats to dogs...) and partly because I had always thought that with a rescue dog you don't really know what you're taking on, but to be honest, you can take just the same risk with a puppy anyway.
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