I found myself one day in need of a dog.
You may know how this happens, it can occur in many ways. A beloved pet dies and leaves a space that needs filling, a dog you own may need a companion, or a friend happens upon a dog that is looking for a home and you hadn’t thought about getting another ……but oh well.
In my case, a beloved pet had died, tragically and violently from a Pit Bull attack. My little 6 lb Pico, a Chihuahua mix, was killed in an instant. She left this world, in blood and tears, leaving a mark on me that has yet to diminish.
I was suffering her loss and I know myself well enough that I would need another to fill that space. I am a proponent of rescue dogs, and will always look for a dog that has been discarded to the pound or the Humane Society.
I turned where so many of us turn for something that we are looking for, to the internet. I was given the name of a rescue for Chihuahuas – Chi Angeles Rescue in Los Angeles CA. I contacted the director via Facebook and she messaged me back immediately.
She led me to some postings of Chis that were at the local dog pounds. Photos of so many little dogs that needed someone. Mostly Chis and Chi mixes.
I know from experience that I will KNOW my dog when I see her. I have done this before with horses and dogs. I will know.
I was scrolling through the photos. Nope, cute, nope, nope, that one’s cute though,………sigh………nope.
There she was. Way in the back of the stainless steel cage, her front leg lifted up as if to be as far pressed into the corner as possible. Black with a white chest and a couple white toes. That was her. I knew from the photo she was mine.
I quickly contacted the Director Janel, and said it was her that I wanted. She said she would call to be sure that they still had her (EEEK, I didn’t like that thought~!) and would get right back to me. Janel called me the next day, she was there, she was on hold for me, and someone would go get her and put her on a plane to Minneapolis.
Really? What? I just go to the airport and get her?
They take care of everything. The animal is neutered, or spayed. Vet Checked. They put them in a kennel with a blankie and bring them to the airport. I just PayPal Chi Angeles and that’s it.
OK, I’m IN!
(The magical efficiency of the Internet)
All of this was less cost than a spay at my vet’s office!
I paid via PayPal and waited for my new dog.
My first email was to let me know she was a biter. She bit a couple people at the pound. Did I still want her?
Yes, I believe she will settle down with her own routine. Please go ahead and put her on the plane.
I get another email several hours later. She has bitten the Vet who was examining her. Do I still want her?
Yes please. She is just scared. I still want her. (She was MINE!)
Last message, via Facebook. Now she has bitten the guy they sent to pick her up and bring her to the plane, was I absolutely positive that I wanted this dog?
YES! If she chooses to bite everyone she meets, she will just spend more time at home and less with other people! It is only me, and my lovely Papillion Pipsqueak, so if she is a terror, she will not be going visiting is all. Send her along.
The next night I am at the proper building for live freight. I am waiting in a dimly lit, dumpy building on the Airport property. The lady behind the counter now knows that I am waiting for my new dog. She is excited also!
My close friend, Gina, has come along with me. Time is crawling as I worry about this tiny animal, so scared that she bites every hand extended to her, now in Minnesota from California. She has flown on an airplane for several hours, right after having spay surgery.
Then a man from the back of the building yells something, something about “Here we come” or “Here we are”. He wheels this cart to the counter and slides a small kennel onto it.
I peek in. It is dark in this building, and the lights are no better near the counter. I see a tiny shadow.
Too small really to be a dog. But as my eyes adjust………..two giant ears take form.
This small, mostly black dog, with giant ears is looking at me.
I open the kennel door and slowly, while talking in soothing tones, reach my hand inside to touch her and possibly bring her out to assess her.
Slowly my hand moves toward her… I never expected what happened……she did NOT bite me!
This scared little creature let me wrap my hand around her belly and slide her out to meet me.
I was pretty sure that this was not really a dog. She was only 3 ½ lbs! I really have never seen such a diminutive canine!
My friend and I oooohed and ahhhed over her. I got her some water right away. The airport lady was in love in seconds. I think I may have convinced her to get her next dog from Chi Angeles rescue!
I have named her Tika, and she has not offered to bite since arrival in Minnesota.
(Ok, she MAY have nipped my nephew on the nose. That was my fault for shoving her into his hands when she was scared of him) He is an Ex-Marine so a Chihuahua nip was nothing he couldn’t handle.
She is everything a lap dog is rumored to be. On my lap. Loving. Sweet and attentive.
Tika and Pippi get along fabulously. Tika uses Pippi’s fur to keep warm when they are sleeping together.
I am so very happy to have her, and very thankful to Chi Angeles for making it easy.
(Find them on Facebook if you have an interest in rescuing a Chi.!)
Here is Tika.
And below, Pico, who was killed by the Pit Bull