Up until about 2 years ago, my hubby was not, in the least, interested in having a dog of any kind. The reason is because when he was a child, he and his mother were chased by a pack of dogs – which would be enough to scare the life out of any child into adulthood, and away from ever having a dog. (I won’t go into detail with any of his numerous stories about dogs as he was growing up and as a teenager, but I will mention that there were nervous twitchings, frozen stares, and some licking done.)

A little over 2 years ago, however, I found Cesar Milan (The Dog Whisperer) on TV and started watching his show, finding it quite enjoyable. I started DVR-ing it to share with my hubby when he got home from work. Something clicked – because he couldn’t get enough of watching Cesar. He got to the point (and quickly, too) where he would run home from work and immediately turn on Cesar to see what episodes recorded (and would be incredibly bummed if one didn’t record).

Eventually, he thought out-loud, “Maybe one day we could get a dog,” and from that day forward the search began for the right dog.

In the end, it was he who came to me with a picture of these two incredibly cute chihuahuas (sisters and litter mates) asking if we could get them. Within 24 hours from that email, they were in our home, and from the start, the spotlight turned on ourselves to see just how much we’d learned from Cesar and to see if we could apply that knowledge to our new babies. And boy, did we learn a LOT over these past couple of weeks! (And one never really knows how many dog-lovers are out there until one becomes one one’s self … one finds they come out of one’s walls, doesn’t one?)

Kennel training was the first on the list, because they were already 9-months old when we got them. Within 4 days, they were completely kennel trained and loving it – but they were leaving little gifts for us in the mornings. After about another 3 or 4 days, we found out that they were never house trained (though, in all honesty, they were really doing pretty well with having no training!).

They’ve been ours, now, for a little over a month, and definitely finding a place in our hearts. I even caught the hubby (who swore that they would never affect him like dogs to with other people) talking baby-talk with them in the mornings, snuggled up with them on the sofa in the evenings scratching and massaging them both for 30 minutes at a time, or just all sleeping together in the corner of the sofa like a cute, little, dog-pile! No longer does he get frustrated with little accidents. His mornings have transformed into a world with two little ones following him everywhere (and he loves it!). At one point, he would complain that we wouldn’t be able to go away or do anything long-distance because we’d have to be available for the dogs. Now, he just looks forward to spending time with “the girls” – in the mornings by himself, and in the evenings with all of us together.

And yes, we’ve started to purchase clothes for them. Nothing silly (YET), but of necessity. For instance, it’s absolutely necessary for them to have fashionable, pink, matching, cable-knit sweaters for the cold. And they simply must have matching, shiny, red, rain slickers with hoods and a picture of a little, yellow, duck holding an umbrella on them for the rainy days. Anything less would simply not do!

Ah, the life of a dog person!