I know I'm a little late but I've only just seen the topic and well... I can talk about my dumb little guy all day, what a great excuse!
This majestic son of a gun here is Herman Munster:
I am very excited about him... I don't think my cool demeanor really gives it away so I feel like I should let you know that from the start.
Bigger dogs COWER IN FEAR!
(actually, only Alfie, because he's the softest dog in the world and is scared of farts).
I got Herman when he was a teeny tiny size of a Coke-can puppy. He's now 1 year old and... slightly bigger than a coke can. He's a chihuahua.
Not just A chihuahua. THE chihuahua. Or should I say... THE dumbest chihuahua... in the world.
Herman has OCD, I think. He's totally chill, lazing about on the sofa like a cat, this goes double for if he's found a rare panel of sunlight...
but then suddenly, suddenly, out of absolutely NOWHERE. BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK! YAP! BARK BARK! HEY YOU GUYS! YOU'VE UH. BARK! YOU'VE LEFT A BOTTLE ON THE... BARK BARK! YAP! THERE'S A BOTTLE ON THE FLOOR IT SHOULD NOT BE THERE YOU NEED TO PICK IT UP RIGHT NOW ARGH BARK BARK BARK!
The same goes for if you're stupid enough to leave some trousers on the floor instead of hang them up; a bag is not in the cupboard it belongs in; one of the xbox controllers is slightly askew. Needless to say, I have a very tidy flat. I'm not a tidy person, I just have a dog with issues.
He also quite likes to fall asleep mid-play. He's not narcoleptic, just super friggin' lazy. This squeaky toy was pretty hard work, I guess..
but how much effort can it possibly be to chew?
A ton, apparently.
You might notice here that Herman has a hoodie on. Don't be mistaken - he hates it. He hates all the things I dress him up in, but he puts up with it. I'd say it's because I'm the boss and I buy the food, but to be honest I'm pretty sure he's plotting against me and has been for some time.
(the sombrero was particularly hard-fought).
At home Herman is ridiculously soft - he loves a wrestle but as soon as he gets in a position to bite he doesn't quite know what to do and just kind of... sucks your finger. It's a bit unsettling. But he makes up for this wimpy weirdness by pulling some pretty grade-A faces:
You might have spotted that, much like his half chihuahua bredrin Tuna (if you aren't familiar with Tuna, stop what you're doing IMMEDIATELY and follow @tunameltsmyheart on Instagram) this dumb dog has a serious case of jaw dysfunction. It doesn't stop him eating, drinking, chewing, biting, playing or barking (...sadly), it just makes him look super goofy. I quite like sucking his wrinkly neck jowls into my mouth and growling at him. I probably shouldn't admit that. Er. Pretend you never read it. HERE'S A CLOSER LOOK.
Hahaha, look at that. Majestic.
He is a lovely and affectionate, if not hugely "idiosyncratic" (he's sat on my knee now and part of me thinks he can probably read this so I'm using euphamisms now) dog and I can't wait to get him a brother. He's a proper mummy's boy and his favourite place is half stuffed firmly up my jumper..
or with his tongue most of the way up my nose. Lovely.
That about ends my Dog Blog. I hope you liked it, I doubt you did because nobody can possibly care this much and go through this many pictures of someone else's dog without wanting to strangle them... but ha ha you don't know where I live! The End!
PS he sucks his thumb AWWWWWW
