When our old dog Nick passed after an extended illness we decided to wait awhile before finding a new canine companion. Nick was a good dog. Besides, not having a dog freed us up for more travels. When she declared that she was going to fly to the East Coast to pick up a rescue dog it was clear that is was time to start looking for a new pup with a closer location.
In late October we traveled to Modesto to see a litter of puppies at their foster home. The pups had recently been rescued from a stray litter in Sacramento. We sat and watched the pups play awhile. Eventually one of the pups came up behind us and licked our ears.
Whether the puppy knew what she was doing or not, she had picked us to be her humans. On the way back we named our new pup Gigi , a French name that by chance fit with her future.
Gigi looked like a bit of trouble, a bit mischievous. The good ones often do. Later we had her breed mix checked by DNA. It came back as a quarter Border Collie, a quarter Chihuahua, an eighth Chinook a near extinct sled dog brought back near where Gigi was found , an eighth Yorkshire Terrier, and a quarter of something even more complex.
Given her temperament, we decided that she was definitively a Bordachinhuahua Terrorist, a rare breed indeed. It was there where our young pup gained her love of all things about hotels: Stairs, elevators, and room service trays left out in the hallways. These were joys she never lost. And she had plenty of opportunities. Nick was a homeboy. The only way he wanted to leave was with us. Rides in the car were stressful for him, and for us. He was happiest at home, whether we were there are not.
