Bebe

Bebe – our little survivor, chewing on a serrano chile while waiting for dinner. No, he doesn’t regulary eat chiles. He just likes anything he can carry around, including our shoes (which weigh more than he does) and he doesn’t seem to mind if it is a bit spicy once in a while.

It has been awhile since I have mentioned our little survivor – he is doing well and has now reached three months old. He is very much our little boy, so he has been named, Bebe – Spanish for baby. The name is pronounced like the Spanish nickname Pepe but with a “b” sound instead of a “p.”

He is still small, and it looks as if he will turn out to be a fairly small dog. He loves to play and go outside when it is warm. Chihuahuas don’t like the cold or damp too much and he is no exception. He likes to play most from the comfort of our laps when we are on the floor, preferring to jump on passing socks or a mouse on a string from the vantage point of our folded legs. He has learned his name and comes when called – well, most of the time. He always comes to eat or play. He still has a bowl of condensed milk in the morning and evening, but the rest of the time, he prefers things like chicken from a caldo, or whatever we are eating (of course). He also eats dry dog food when he feels like it.

He has the characteristics of a standard Chihuahua. He probably weighs close to a pound, but we seldom get him standing in one place long enough to weigh him. His ears stick straight up. He has straight, sharp teeth (really sharp!) and he makes a range of sounds including low growls, chirps, trills, with an occasional small bark when he is really excited. His colors have continued to refine and he has a well-defined face and brown edging around much of the black in his coat.

So, Bebe is now a full-fledged member of the family with his own heated condo in the laundry room (a dog carrying crate with a lamp to keep him warm at nights) and two tame humans to keep him company. Such a life