OK folks, I’m comin’ clean. I’ve been holding out on you. Since Christmas weekend, I’ve had a new bud, a little rescue I’ve named Seamus. Yeah, I know you can see from his photo below he’s a Chihuahua mix, but I’ve always been partial to Gaelic cultures and names like Paco and Taco and Niko, etc. have been, to my thinking, overdone. So, I tell people he’s from Dublin, Mexico.
Hope Rescues got him from Missouri where he was used as a little studmuffin. After he’d outlived his usefulness, the breeder didn’t want him anymore. They were going to shoot him. Not only is that in and of itself horrific, but though I love him dearly, I would never have thought about using Seamus for stud. He just doesn’t represent his breed very well. His teeth came in at all angles. He has a snaggle tooth that his upper lip gets caught on periodically, which gives him a pouty look. More generally, he doesn’t have that apple-shaped head that is considered a “good” Chihuahua and he’s 13 pounds – too big if you’re breeding the teacup variety. Obviously, someone was just pumping out the puppies.
Whoever had him must have been very rough with him because he’s what I call “skittery.” He is very, very shy with women and downright scared of men. Maybe that’s why Hope had him for a year.
But once he found out that I wasn’t going to mistreat him, he became my little shadow. And he is absolutely no trouble. Give him some kibble, water, and the end of the bed or your lap and he’s in doggie heaven.
The moral of this story is the next time you go to a shelter to adopt, spend a little time with that dog (or cat) that you quickly rejected for whatever reason. You may be passing up a little jewel.









