We knew it was time to adopt another dog when we lost our two "seniors" (both rescue dogs) within 6 months of each other, leaving us with just one young pup. We went to see what the Small Dog Rescue group had available when this little 12-lb. male Chihuahua mix caught my husband's eye. One wet little kiss and that's all it took.
The hardest thing about the adoption was deciding on his name; however, it didn't take long before we realized his big attitude needed a big name -- Samson (Sammy for short).
My husband has a home office so he gets to spend most of the day with our two dogs. That just reinforced the special relationship he and Sammy had from the beginning. For Sammy, I'm a distant second in priority, although he has a big heart with plenty of room for both of us.
This become evident recently when I had shoulder surgery and had to sleep in a recliner for several weeks. Sammy must have sensed that I felt isolated and alone because he started cuddling up with me under the comforter and kept me company all through the night. As soon as I started feeling better, Sammy headed back to the bedroom to sleep in our big bed.
Like many Chihuahuas, Sammy had a few behavioral issues, probably exacerbated by being homeless for a while. Just a few weeks of love and consistency tamed his errant behavior and he's the sweetest little dog on the block now. I think rescued dogs understand their good fortune and return in with lots of love (and doggie kisses).
Roswell, GA
