Howdy everyone! Meet Pebbles. This is my wonderful dog, Pebbles. She is an eight year old chihuahua who I have had for eight years now. I wish I had adopted her from an animal shelter, but I didn't. I bought her from a man named Frank who was getting rid of his dog and he sold her to me for $200.
When I was around the age of 8, I was reading the encyclopedia one night on the letter "D". I started reading about dogs and learned that the chihuahua was known to be the smallest of all dog breeds. In my little girl's mind, I thought, I must own a chihuahua one day.
Fast forward to 2006, I was home one day before work reading the local newspaper online when I came across an ad that someone was selling a chihuahua for $200. I thought this was too good to be true since I know purebred dogs were expensive. I gave the guy a call and set up a time and day to meet this dog.
The day I was to meet his dog, I was a little apprehensive. He described her as brown with black markings on her chest and tail. I didn't want a dog with black markings because I wanted a brown dog, I wanted a tan chihuahua. I wanted a dog like Tinkerbelle, Paris Hilton's dog (does she still have that dog anymore?). So, I was a little apprehensive about meeting this guy's dog since she wasn't fully brown/tan.
You know how some people say that when you lay eyes on someone whether it's a pet or a baby, you just fall in love and you know this is it for you? Well, I never felt that way about his dog, Pebbles. She was brownish tannish and had a white chest with black markings on the side and her tail was kind of black, too. Not to mention, she was a chunker! I have never known chihuahuas to be big dogs, but she looked roughly 20 pounds. I hid my shock from him as he was telling me all about her. He told me she loved car rides, ate two cups of dog food three times a day (yes, that's six cups total in one day for a dog who is less than a year old!), and hated newspapers cause he'd hit her with it when she misbehaved. Oh, and he also said if you say "time for bed!", she'd go climb up on the bed. I thought that was cute cause how many dogs do that, right? But my heart sank for this poor little dog who was being overfed and beaten if she did something bad. So I agreed to buy her.
During my time I have had her, she and I have went running together, I fed her only half a cup of dog food a day for the first month, then gradually weaned her down to 1/4 cup a day, I changed dog foods, and I never hit her with a newspaper if she did something wrong or bad. But I have taken her on lots of car rides, and she's not really a big fan like the man said. And when I brought her home and the first night when we were going to bed I said, "time for bed!" and she didn't do anything. My heart sank as I thought that was a cool trick she could do.
Nowadays, Pebbles is a healthy eight year old chihuahua who weighs about four and a half pounds. She's had two teeth extracted three years ago. She no longer fears newspapers and knows several commands and still is not eating the dog food she ate before I owned her. And I have grown to love this little girl. She is a part of me and a part of my family. I buy her clothes every time I buy her dog food so her closet is stuffed with clothes. The only thing that is not great is that she doesn't play fetch and she doesn't like bones. But she does sleep a lot.
So, that's my dog.
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