The family has spoken! My husband and I inherited my mom's brown chihuahua, Val, and we are just thrilled. She's so quirky and funny, and the other dogs already know her, so she had no trouble fitting right in.
Though I have to say, I'm not sure I have the brains to keep up with three little dogs. We are outnumbered, and they know it. For instance, over the last two weeks, we've had three escapes!
One time, our handyman turned his back on an open door, and Mom's dog zipped outside and went missing. We were absolute wrecks. We posted on our neighborhood Facebook group and scoured the neighborhood for hours, until by chance we met someone who knew someone who happened to be worried about a little fugitive hiding out in her garage. ::Whew:: I promptly made her a tag with our phone number on it, like the other dogs.
The other two escapes were managed by Roxan, a spotted rat terrier and our resident con artist. Each time, someone called the number on her tag and I went to get her. And each time, as I gratefully took her in my arms, she just stared off in silent defiance. She really only likes us for food and butt scratchies. She has the soul of a cat.