Running With Scissors.(Formerly HippoRastaPotamus): Gotcha!

Beja is home!

Yesterday was "Gotcha!" Day.

The long drive just killed my poor back though (even with the heated seat the entire time)and it still hurts. I could hardly walk and thought I was paralyzed. It was raining on the way back too but we made it back before the big storm, which must have been a series of storm cells as it lasted over 2 hours during the night and again now this morning,too.

He's just such a sweetie and oh, my God, just sooooo cute,too! I also forgot how small Chihuahuas are and his legs are just the width of my finger; they look like chicken wings!😂 He has the cutest little bark and growl as well(it actually made me laugh) and he's the best cuddle-bug ever and cuddled on me the entire drive home(he even fell asleep) and not a peep out of him the entire time, no barking or whining, and he even keeps kissing my face(he mauls me!) and follows me around everywhere already( even in to the bathroom!)

The breeder was sad to see him go as well and she was even crying and she told me to love him( which won't be a problem and he's so lovable) and to send her photos which I will(and already did) and we met in a Tim Hortons parking lot(just in case it was a scam and they were really going to rob us or something) and I tried their new orange tangerine freezie which was good but I got a Brain Freeze 3 times, and at first I was worried What if it doesn't "work" and he doesn't love me and I just have to keep trying to kill myself until it just finally works? but it turns out I didn't have to worry; we're already inseparable and he's already chosen me as his Person. He likes the 30 YR old as well( everybody does) but he oddly only growled at the youngest( dogs for some reason just don't like him and he doesn't like them,either, so maybe they can sense it) whereas I'm the opposite; animals and I have always easily connected, but with people not so much, ha,ha.

My hubby's already reverted back to his usual mean self and said to me, It's YOUR dog and I want nothing to do with it and then glared at him and called him "ugly" and "stupid" which he didn't like and growled at him! HA! He may be small but he knows an insult when he hears one and defends his honour, and us already as well; a few times he'd stare at something and bark( he must have seen the Shadow People already; I told him we're weird but he'll get used to it) and he can jump, my God, he's like a sugar glider or a flying squirrel and practically flew across one end of the bed to the other, and I forgot how active and how much energy young dogs have(and what Buddy used to be like when he was younger) because Buddy just slept all the time.

He doesn't like the collar and leash though and really struggled and fought it so my guess is he's never had it or even been outside much(if at all) either and likely always indoors as he was scared when I had him go outside in the yard but I guess he liked it as next time I opened the door to go out he ran out and seemed to like it except for when he saw 2 squirrels f*cking in a tree and it scared him! As soon as he got home he spent most of the day wandering around snuffling around, exploring his new surroundings, sniffing, and "marking" his spot, to "claim" his territory, esp. since Buddy's male scent is likely still here.

He hated getting his nails cut as well (he can really squirm!)and they were so long I don't think they've been done too often but in the end I "won" (yay me) and in time he'll get used to it but they were just soo long they kept getting tangled in my dreads and on my clothes, in the blankets and scratching me. I have to remind myself as well that even though I'm still grieving Buddy(and will always miss him) I'm still "allowed" to be happy and to love again, and he'll always still be in my heart and in my memory.

Our first night was good and he tried to hop off my bed( which is really high off the ground; twice as high as the couch) and I don't want him jumping that high; it's a big drop for such a small dog(plus, I also don't want him peeing on my hippo plushies,either) but all I had to do was sternly say "NO!" and he'd back off and scurry back over to me but I didn't get much sleep as I was always conscious of where he was on the bed so I didn't accidently roll over on him( esp. since he's so small) and squish him or smother him. Buddy and I had developed our own "groove" over the years and were always in "sync". Beja mainly slept curled up entwined in my legs most of the night and it felt so nice to have a nice warm little body snuggled up next to me in bed again.

I also heard Stairway To Heaven again and on the way to pick Beja up I saw a F*ck Trudeau sign on someone's shed (my Brother From Another Mother!)and I laughed my ass off, and my hubby tried to convince me this tiny little 2 lane(one in each direction) long country road was actually a highway too but I know better; I grew up in the city and I know a real highway when I see one, one that actually has multiple lanes, at least 6 or so, and has sound barriers, and those big green and white signs, plus lights....none of which this dinky little thing had, and there was also this asshole driver too who kept slowing down when it was possible to pass, purposely holding up everyone behind him....but when you could pass he'd purposely speed up....and kept doing this forever, so when we finally got to pass the dickhead I gave him the Up Yours which my hubby was grateful for.

My hubby took this photo for size comparison, to show how small he is compared to the standard small water bottle. He weighs 2 KG, or 4.4 pounds.

I also plan on going on a tropical vacation(as I really need to get away and get a break after all the recent grief and loss lately) in Sept-October or so, giving Beja a few months to "settle" in before I leave for a week, and also at the end of summer I'll still have my summer tan and not be pasty white at the beach, and it's also the off-season and it's cheaper and not as crowded, either.