We have two beautiful dogs, Peanut and Chip, and they are best friends who do everything together.
Peanut is a 7-year-old papillon-long-haired-chihuahua mix, and she was rescued from our local animal shelter when she was one year old. When we adopted her, she had just lost her eye, and she had bright green stitches across where her right eye used to be. We fell in love with her instantly. We took her home the next day, and she clung to us tightly, already knowing we were her new family.
Peanut is such a happy, playful, silly dog. She loves digging in the back yard with gusto and rolling on her back in the dirt, with her four paws up in the air, swishing back and forth with joyful abandon. She often comes in the house exuberant and covered in mud. In the house, she and I get into doggie play position and wrestle, ending with lots of sweet kisses and belly rubs.
When it’s time for a walk, she gets so excited, she races around the house over and over and then plays try-to-catch-me, darting out of reach and hiding under the kitchen table, until she finally prances up to the front door so that I can put on her leash. At meal times, she does a happy dance, up on her hind legs, then she dances on all four paws, wiggling her entire butt while her head bobs up and down. After meals, when she is satisfied, she humps her favorite doggie bed, and then settles next to us on the couch. Whenever I tell her how special she is, she immediately licks my face as though she understands. We could not ask for a sweeter, happier, more loving dog.
Chip is a 5-year-old papillon, and he was adopted from a papillon rescue group when he was only nine months old. He is so smart. When I ask him, “where’s Peanut?”, he immediately races to her, whether she’s outside or in any room of the house, and then he sits down next to her and looks at me as though saying, “here she is, did I do good, mommy?” Chip excels at agility training, and he easily jumps over two bars and races through a brightly-colored tunnel, coming out the other side looking for his treat.
He loves chasing squirrels, birds, and bugs, and I often find him pawing at a bug, trying to get it to play with him. He looks out our front window and barks at all the people, dogs, and squirrels that he can see. He also smiles – when I tell him he’s a good boy, his eyes light up and he opens his mouth into the biggest, happiest smile.
He loves to be petted, and we jokingly refer to it as “CPR” – continual puppy rubbing. Whenever we pet him and play with him, he moans with delight, moaning right through his yawns, making the funniest noises. He is playful, curious, and has lots of energy, but his favorite thing is to snuggle up next to me on the couch, with his head on my thigh, while I pet him. He is such a sweet, happy, loving, gentle dog.
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