"I'm just going to look, I told myself. See what they have. Maybe they wouldn't even have any. I'd had dogs before, but my favorite had been a little apple-headed tawny Chihuahua named Pandora. Pandora was simpatico, and I told her my darkest, deepest secrets. Not that the pre-teen me, or even the post-teen me, had many secrets to tell. But she was a good listener."
"He was a short and a bit chunky Chi, and in a sea of Chihuahuas he stood out. He was almost solid black with a white blaze on his chest, and when I met his eyes, I knew there was no way I was leaving without him. I paid the adoption fee, bought him a purple collar and leash, and got a new, sturdy carrier. They said his name was Kennedy, but I already had chosen a different name for him. He was Bailey."
On March 3, 2011, a hesitant visitor entered a pet rescue unsure about adopting a dog. The visitor remembered a beloved apple-headed Chihuahua named Pandora and still hoped for another Chihuahua companion despite a busy schedule. A room of 14 yapping Chihuahuas produced a short, chunky, mostly black Chihuahua who immediately stood out and was renamed Bailey. The adopter paid the adoption fee, bought a purple collar and leash, and purchased a sturdy carrier. Bailey vomited in his new bed and marked a kitchen cabinet, and he showed a dislike of car travel and carriers, yet the bond with Bailey grew.
Read at The Mercury News
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