Today is my Chihuahua puppy’s FIRST birthday! I know, you are super excited just like me. Obviously. Well let me tell you, I am pumped. I never thought I would love a dog as much as I do (okay so he is kind of a fake dog, but still). I grew up with cats, and I still love them so much. But in marrying the hubs I knew I would have to forgo cats for the rest of my life. He is direly allergic, and as I love my hubs much more than the feline species, I realized we would someday own a dog instead.
I had unpleasant experiences with dogs growing up. I thought they were dirty, smelly, slobbery, lumbering beasts. Literally all dogs looked this way to me. I absolutely abhor when large dogs jump up, scratch my legs, and think I want to toss around a filthy, tattered tennis ball solely for their enjoyment. It’s definitely not for my own.
And then I met my husband’s family. They all own Chihuahuas. Literally they have a proud line of Chihuahuas. At this point there have been four total, and now Rocco makes five. They are clean, manageable dogs, who love to cuddle like cats, but have that playful side only dogs really have. They’re loyal, but also full of personality. These dogs are the perfect compromise.
So when the hubs and I moved from Boulder to Denver, we knew the idea of a dog was not far off. We had seen a picture of this adorable black and white spotted Chihuahua puppy from a pet shop near our new home in Denver. At the time we hadn’t yet moved and were in the middle of the hub’s MBA graduation, packing for the move, training for the BOLDERBoulder, and my frantic search for a different job. The timing simply wasn’t right to bring a dog into our chaotic world. We were finally getting settled by the end of June, and one Tuesday night in July, the hubs received a text message from his mother with a picture of the very same black and white spotted pup. It was a sign. He was still there, even after two months. We were hooked.
The next evening after returning from work, the hubby looked at me when I walked through the door with such intense purpose, I knew what he was about to ask. “Want to get the dog?” he said. We had absolutely nothing ready to prepare for this little bundle of excitement. But off we went. In the car on the way to the shop, Robbie asked me if I would want to name him Rocky. I had no clue what to name a little male pup, so I went with it. We walked into the store, headed straight back to his cage, and quickly asked the shop clerk, Joel, to play with him. He could tell we were there on a purpose. He opened the cage and brought this little bundle of excitement over to the play pen. The hubs and I could tell instantly he was a fun little dog, full of energy and so irresistibly adorable. Within 30 minutes, we adopted our puppy, gathered as many supplies as possible and were in the car on the way home. As soon as we were buckled in, Robbie called the pup “Rocco” instead of “Rocky” and I realized that was his name. And so, on July 10, 2013, Rocco found his way into our home and our hearts.
Since then, we’ve never looked back. He’s the perfect dog for us. He cuddles on the couch in the evenings, but plays through the day. He is feisty and ferocious (for a little dog), but sweet and affectionate. For me, it’s the best way to ease into the idea of a dog. And even though he’s a Chihuahua, he’s big for his breed. We didn’t expect him to exceed 6 pounds, and here he is, definitely over 8 pounds. It’s the best welcome to come home to, and the perfect way to end the day. Our little puppy is more than just a dog, he’s family.
So here’s to my puppy, who is now officially a full-fledged dog. I love you Rocco! Check out Rocco’s virtual photo book!