It has been mentioned numerous times that there is not enough German Shepherd coverage on the blog. By the way, whenever I post this picture, someone always gets upset at the fire hydrant on the lawn. This was taken at the vet boarding kennel. It’s a prop fire hydrant for the dogs.
As was shown previously, awkward puppy Quincy transitioned into a handsome dog.
Artha had a vet check up this week. She lost weight, which is good, and her vitals are in good shape.
Now we come to Perrito. Perrito is a hairless chihuahua. Technically there is no such thing. The hairlessness happens when a chihuahua is crossed with a hairless breed like Chinese Crested, illustrated in the stock photo below.
Perrito wasn’t the result of such cross. Perrito’s bloodline was crossed with a Xoloitzcuintli, Xolo for short. (Pronounced as show-lo.) Xolo, also known as Mexican Hairless Dog, is one of the ancient breeds. They’ve been around for over 3,000 years. They come in three different sizes and look like this.
Chi-chis, of course, look like this.
So now that you have those mental images in your head, I present to you Perrito, the cutest, funniest little doggie. Despite the lack of fur, he is so adorable. Once you meet him, it’s all over.
We love him to pieces, so do not be mean to him in the comments.
Although technically more chi than Xolo, Perrito doesn’t act like a chi. He loves everyone. He likes dogs that are not chis. He likes cats. He has never snapped, he never bares his teeth, he is an equal opportunity cuddler, and there just isn’t much of the typical chi behaviors there. He is super tiny.
Artha and Quincy really like Perrito. Artha, in particular, decided that this is her puppy. Meow Meow plays with him and when he is put up, she tries to unlock his crate.
She will boop him gently when he gets too rowdy.
He is such a cutie, but like most puppies, he is in the velociraptor stage. Perrito runs here! Perrito runs there! Perrito bites things. Perrito, Perrito, Perrito! When he comes to visit, I mostly stand still and he runs around my feet in circles.
Speaking of Artha, I have an amusing story for you. A new neighbor moved in behind Kid 2’s house. They have a dog. The dog is aggressive and mean and it really, really wanted a piece of Artha and Quincy.
Kid 2’s German Shepherds are pretty chill unless they are provoked. The neighbor on the right also has a dog, she comes out, nobody loses their cool. She barks occasionally and Artha and Quincy will bark in solidarity, but overall it’s a calm dog friendship. The neighbor on the left owns a yippy dog who attacks the fence and makes Quincy bite grass in frustration.
This new dog is a menace. Once it realized that it couldn’t get through the fence to have a fight, it decided to start digging. It managed to dig a hole, not big enough to squeeze through, but enough to make a gap.
The other day Kid 2 calls me and says, “Mom, you’re not going to believe this.” Apparently, Artha decided to put a stop to the tunneler warfare. Now when Artha goes out, she backs up to the fence – Kid 2 has observed this several times now – and poops in the hole.
We are happy to report that all digging efforts have seized. When I told all of this to Jeaniene, she laughed for about a minute and said something about perimeter defecation warfare.
And that’s your story for this Friday.