Last week on August 23rd, my little guy turned three.
No, I do not have a secret love child hidden away somewhere (though I’m sure that would make for a salacious blog post reveal). I’m referring to the littlest member of my crew, Charlie the Chihuahua, aka “Charlie Chi,” “Char Char,” “Cheech,” and “Lumpy.”
I’m not really sure of all of the derivatives of those names, but the poor pooch usually responds to each one.
We’re still evaluating Charlie’s intelligence levels…
Sweetness, on the other hand, we do not have to evaluate – this quiet little lamb of a dog is one of the sweetest I’ve ever encountered. He tries to quite literally merge his body into mine when cuddling, loves nothing more than sitting next to (or on top) of his humans, and almost always asks for extra cuddles. And did I mention this 15-pound wannabe lapdog is the happiest little door greeter?
Okay, none of that is necessarily unique to Charlie, per se, but my little guy certainly has many other quintessentially Charlie qualities:
Resting bitch face.
His need to incessantly – and vocally – yawn.
A propensity to fall asleep in any given situation, including standing, at the park, at the doggy cafe, watching us eat…
A strong desire to never move, EVER, on principle.
He doesn’t care if you’re going to sit down and quite possibly crush him to death in order to take a little patch of the bed that used to belong to you. This dog does NOT move, and the bed is HIS now.
A strange disregard for technology.
It’s almost like he secretly loathes it…at least it feels that way when I see him jump onto the bed and stroll across my open laptop as if it doesn’t even exist…
A strong need to be right smack dab in the middle of whatever it is that me and and Kyle are doing.
Whether that means putting his head on top of the hands that are currently typing this blog post, or pushing his way in between us when we are sitting and watching TV, Charlie is going to BE there and he is going to be involved. I kid you not- more often than not when we go to sleep, Charlie will start on the outer side of the bed, and we’ll wake up to him having somehow, in the middle of the night, finagled his way in between, right in the middle.
A dog like this truly deserves to be celebrated.
That’s why, for Charlie’s third birthday, we threw him an epic puppy party complete with dog-friendly “pupcakes” from Sprinkles, party hats (that were actually unicorn horns and just PERFECTLY sized for Charlie’s little head), birthday walks, and of course, a “Happy Birthday” serenade. Yes, I’ve become the dog mom I swore I’d never become.
You couldn’t tell it from Charlie’s face, but he loved it. He even loved the pupcake (unbleached flour, honey, greek yogurt topping), though it took him some persuading to eat at first.
I adopted Charlie seven months ago and haven’t looked back since. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, and yet…it still sorta feels like I’ve had him forever. He’s become such an integral part of my life and I’m so thankful to him for the amount of joy and laughter he’s brought. I want to take him everywhere and it’s still heartbreaking to leave in the morning. He’s really one of the sweetest, well-tempered, easy-going, well-behaved dogs I’ve ever had – the complete package!
If you’re interested in adopting a dog in NYC, I highly recommend looking into the rescue group Friends with Four Paws, through which I found Charlie. Their adoption coordinator, Nina, immediately recommended Charlie to me when I told her what I was looking for (a small, apartment-friendly dog that was okay being alone while I was at work and who wasn’t “yappy” as per my landlord’s request). Because all of the dogs that Friends with Four Paws rescues are placed in foster homes as opposed to shelters until they are adopted, the coordinators can really give you a good sense of a dog’s personality before you commit to something so big. They are a great group of people (I’m still friends with Charlie’s foster mum!) and because of them, I have my little Charlie who brings so much joy.