
This is Bobby, (you have to click on the picture to see the whole thing) he is a delightful young dog from the Clan Chihuahua. I first laid eyes on this strapping young man last week as part of my ritualistic combing of the internets in order to find a dog to buy/adopt. Bobby was given up by his owner-I assume because the dude couldn't handle such a rock n roll hound-and is being held hostage by an organization known as Friends of Pets.
Now I know you may be thinking right now that any organization with the word "friend" in its title has to be legitimate, but the process they make you go through in order to even have a chance to look at the animals they have in their facility (read prison) would make you think otherwise. It seriously is easier to adopt a kid than one of the dogs they have; it might even cost about the same too. Anyway, I filled out the required paperwork and submitted electronically a few days ago and now our file is being reviewed by one of the cronies that work there. There were several sections in the application where the applier is encouraged to elaborate on his or her answers, so I laid it on thick. I utilized every scrap of writing ability I learned throughout my college years and applied them to this application. When they get done reading it, I'll bet you dollars to donuts that they think Jaime and are aristocratic, or possibly Democratic.
Now it's a waiting game. Because the agency is only staffed by volunteers, they work on nights and weekends and try as hard as they can to get applications processed in about a week. As of this writing we are Submission Day +2, so I will keep you posted as I receive more info. Once the application is processed, and they think we would be a good match for Little Bobby, they give us a chance to come in and meet him. If we pass that phase, they will then come to our home and do a residence visit where they will assess our living space to ensure it meets their requirements. Now I don't know if any of you have ever seen a Chihuahua, but they are the smallest breed on earth, averaging about 6-12 pounds. I've eaten more pizza in one sitting than that. An adequate living space for the tiny Mexican pooch would be a laundry basket, so I don't think we'll be disqualified for that. Assuming we make it that far, Ole Bobb-O is placed in our care for a trial adoption. If that goes off without a hitch, he's ours!
So, if in your Christmas spirit you feel like sending good thoughts and feelings our way, I think Bobby would appreciate it. It has been a fun experience so far and I hope we get a chance to go see the little guy.






