I
did not intend to fall in love with a Chihuahua .
My
first encounter with a Chihuahua
when I was a child did not inspire me to seek any further acquaintance. My Aunt
Catherine had a Chihuahua
named Bunny. Bunny was a fat, asthmatic, cross-eyed Chihuahua , possibly mixed with pug since
Bunny had bulging eyes and a constant snort. Bunny also wheezed and humped legs
enthusiastically.
So
when my daughter decided to adopt a Chihuahua ,
I did not approve. But Shaw had moved out into her own apartment, and so I did
not expect to have much contact with her dog. She set out to adopt a
long-haired female Chihuahua and came home
with a short-haired white male Chihuahua
who she named Pepe.
Isn’t
that the way it happens? No matter what
we intend, our pets pick us. At least that’s how it happens for Geri Sullivan,
the protagonist of the series of mystery novels I’ve written with my friend
Curt Colbert. Geri goes to the pound to adopt a dog and comes home with a
short-haired white Chihuahua , one of many Chihuahuas flown up to Seattle
from Los Angeles
where they are being abandoned in record numbers. To her surprise, he starts
talking, in a mixture of Spanish and English, and introduces himself as Pepe.
Despite
a busy job and a busier social life, my daughter did a good job of socializing her
Pepe. He went everywhere with her and as a result is very friendly. When I
visited her I would occasionally take him for walks but other than that our
contact was limited. Until my daughter moved back in with me, so she could
attend the local college, and Pepe moved in too. For the first time, I was
living with a Chihuahua
and I found it fascinating.
I sometimes think that Chihuahuas are more like cats than dogs.
Pepe loves to cuddle—he is truly a lap dog—and he likes to perch on the top of
the sofa, where he gazes out the window. He also loves to burrow and is often
found under the pillows on the sofa. He
has various nests around the houses, boxes filled with blankets, and spends
many minutes arranging the fabric around him, pushing at it with his nose and
feet, until he is completely covered up.
The
origin of the breed is a mystery. Some claim they were raised by the Toltecs for
food. Others that they were bred as temple dogs to be sacrificed to the Aztec gods.
The latest research suggests that they descended from a breed of dogs found in Mexico called
Techichi (a name which simply means dog). What seems clear is that they are
used to being cosseted, admired and spoiled. No working dog here. Their main
task is to be adorable.
Pepe worships the sun. Like a cat, he sprawls out on the
carpet in the sunbeam. One of my seasonal markers is the phenomenon I call the
Pepe plop. On a sunny day in early summer, Pepe will plop down in the warm
grass during one of our daily walks and refuse to move. It encourages me to
stand still, to feel the sun on my skin and sniff the scents on the breeze.
Pepe was a big hit at Malice Domestic |
He
also suffers from Little Dog Syndrome. Whenever he sees another dog on the
street, he growls and snarls. It’s terribly embarrassing especially when the
other dog is a well-behaved pit bull or Great Dane who passes by without a
glance. The owners, however, usually give me the eye, a contemptuous look which
implies: “Why can’t you control your dog?” I don’t blame them. They have
obviously put some effort into training their dogs and we could do much better
at teaching Pepe to feel safe around other dogs. I assume he’s trying to scare
them away by appearing to be much bigger than he is or maybe he’s trying to
warn them away from getting too near his people.
But
he doesn’t behave like this around other Chihuahuas .
I recently heard that Chihuahuas
are the only dogs that recognize their own breed. I’m not sure this is true.
But the dog who acts so ferocious around big dogs becomes mild-mannered when I
take him to Chihuahua
meet-ups.
If
you remember the scene in Beverly Hills Chihuahua which takes place in an Aztec pyramid valley
full of Chihuahuas , you know what a Chihuahua meet-up is
like: a number of small dogs wandering around aimlessly. Chihuahuas in a group don’t behave like
other dogs. They don’t chase each other around or play wrestle. They just wander
around, sniffing each other, and looking confused.
My writing partner, Curt Colbert, does not have a Chihuahua of his own—in
fact, he is much more of a cat person. So I often have to correct some of his
misperceptions about the breed. For instance, he frequently writes scenes in
which the Chihuahua
is desperate for a treat, but the real Pepe is totally unmotivated by food. He
would much rather play with his squeaky toys than eat.
Curt
also tends to write the fictional dog’s personality as grouchy and critical. I
think maybe he’s channeling his cat. The real Pepe is sweet and good-tempered. I
realize not all Chihuahuas
are, but I feel lucky to have this little dog in my life.
Two
months ago, my daughter moved out and took her Chihuahua with her. Luckily, she is only
next door so I still get to see Pepe frequently. But now I have the delightful
opportunity to adopt my very own Chihuahua .
The only thing I’m worried about: adopting Chihuahuas seems to be addictive. Instead of
becoming a cat lady, I have an image of myself as an old lady, wandering down
the street with my pack of Chihuahuas .
Waverly
Fitzgerald writes with Curt Colbert under the name Waverly Curtis. Together
they’ve written three books featuring Pepe, the talking Chihuahua ,
and his owner, PI-in-training, Geri Sullivan: Dial C for Chihuahua , Chihuahua
Confidential, and The Big Chihuahua . An e-short, A Chihuahua in Every Stocking, is coming out in October of 2014.
A version of this article was published on June 15, 2013 in King’s River, an online magazine that often features reviews of animal-related mysteries.
Thanks for being here, Waverly! As we've discussed, Chihuahuas get a lot of bad press because of poorly bred dogs and owners who fail to treat them AS dogs. Lovely post - I hope I get to meet Pepe one of these days.
ReplyDeleteDelightful post, Waverly! I'll admit that I always thought of Chihuahuas as annoying, yappy dogs, until a good friend had a very sweet, loving one that showed me how I'd stereotyped the breed. Your books look delightful. Got the first one in my Kindle TBR list.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I adore your book covers. So very cute and clever!
ReplyDeleteWaverly, you totally described our Pogo! Wiley has more Corgi in him, but Pogo is so Chihuahua that it overwhelms any other breeds in his mutley mix. He burrows, plays ball, goes ballistic with big dogs, but is a sweetie with every other dog or human. He nuzzles, he kisses. He has more personality than a thousand other animals, and resistent as I was to him at first, I couldn't adore him more now. Thanks for the great blog! Ellen Byron
ReplyDeleteLovely post! I inherited a spoiled-rotten taffy colored long haired male, a smart little 'sass-barker' named Eddie Chihuahua. He believes himself to be a Rottweiler, and tries to run the household. I'll keep him forever for his great courage. When aging Spoiled Sheltie Dog Coco Marie was attacked by a vicious pitt bull, Eddie drew blood on the aggressor, defending his pal. He's all this, and a warm cuddly pal on the coldest of nights!
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