We got Senor Poquito ("Mr. Little Bit") in March of 1998. We were told he was three weeks old and the mother had died three hours after delivering Pokey and two other pups. The owner was desperate to find homes for them. His eyes were open when we brought him home but if he was three weeks old it was just barely. We always thought something was a bit fishy about his story but there he was- cute as a button and in need of a good home.
We were told he was a Chihuahua and in fact the other pups in the litter definitely were Chihuahuas but Pokey was always just a bit different. He topped out at 16 lbs and his coloring matched the Belgian horses exactly. In fact, even though they weighed almost infinitely more than he did, Pokey used to regularly chase and terrorize the horses. He also enjoyed stalking and fighting ground hogs, not your usual Chihuahua behavior. We began to call him a Belgian Chihuahua Hound. Very rare breed indeed.
A lucky boy to have found us, he began to grow and meld into our little household.
When our kid came along, Pokey knew that his spot as Number One had been taken from him and yet he never held it against our girl. He not only took it upon himself to keep the cat away from our daughter, he first began to give hell to anyone who came knocking on the door, especially that suspicious UPS guy. The protector in him emerged.
Pokey grew into a handsome dog and was a good sport about all the fun we had at his expense. But like I said, he was loyal and loving.
Then came Remy the Rat Terrier. Wanting nothing to do with him at first, Pokey came to eventually tolerate even Remy.