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Dear Zero,
I wish you could read. Better yet, I wish you could read and had opposable thumbs. Oh well.
Five years ago today you were born. You were brought into this world in a frightful place, a puppy mill. Somewhere between your birth and three months old you were shipped from Kansas to California. In North Hollywood, at a tiny little thrift store, is where I found you. You lived in a tiny fish tank with a grated floor. It was love at first sight. I asked to play with you and it was all over. From that moment on, you had won my heart. A day later I brought you home.
You've been through hell and high water with me. We've moved half way across the country and you've flown with me to two different states. You have changed everyone's beliefs on how they imagined a chihuahua to be. You act like you're the size of a Great Dane, but you're as sweet as a teddy bear.
Though there are some days when you try my patience. Like the time you decided to eat a Hershey's kiss and when I woke up I thought you were drunk. Hundreds of dollars later the doctor told me that you were epileptic. On the way home from the vet, your body rejected the foil rapper. Your love for chocolate has put us in the vet's office more than once. I'm sure we'll always have this disagreement.
All in all you are my puppy. My first dog. I've learned so much from you. Your love for me will always trump any man in my life(excluding you Dadeo, of course). Every day I wake up you are waiting for my eyes to open and you welcome me to a new day with your smelly puppy kisses. When I'm sad, you keep my face free of tears. Everywhere I go, there you are competing with my shadow. I don't want to know what my life would be like without you in it.
Here's to your fifth year! I hope this one's the best so far.
Love,
Alysha
I wish you could read. Better yet, I wish you could read and had opposable thumbs. Oh well.
Five years ago today you were born. You were brought into this world in a frightful place, a puppy mill. Somewhere between your birth and three months old you were shipped from Kansas to California. In North Hollywood, at a tiny little thrift store, is where I found you. You lived in a tiny fish tank with a grated floor. It was love at first sight. I asked to play with you and it was all over. From that moment on, you had won my heart. A day later I brought you home.
You've been through hell and high water with me. We've moved half way across the country and you've flown with me to two different states. You have changed everyone's beliefs on how they imagined a chihuahua to be. You act like you're the size of a Great Dane, but you're as sweet as a teddy bear.
Though there are some days when you try my patience. Like the time you decided to eat a Hershey's kiss and when I woke up I thought you were drunk. Hundreds of dollars later the doctor told me that you were epileptic. On the way home from the vet, your body rejected the foil rapper. Your love for chocolate has put us in the vet's office more than once. I'm sure we'll always have this disagreement.
All in all you are my puppy. My first dog. I've learned so much from you. Your love for me will always trump any man in my life(excluding you Dadeo, of course). Every day I wake up you are waiting for my eyes to open and you welcome me to a new day with your smelly puppy kisses. When I'm sad, you keep my face free of tears. Everywhere I go, there you are competing with my shadow. I don't want to know what my life would be like without you in it.
Here's to your fifth year! I hope this one's the best so far.
Love,
Alysha