Clancy has been with us for about two weeks on a trial basis and has just been voted a permanent member. How did this come about? I am weak and he is my personal kryptonite. Actually I wound up at remote location rescue site (set up outside of a pet store I buy dog food at) and he was there. After two hours of interviews (me talking to the woman in charge and her talking to me and me talking to him), he came home with me.
I thought it was interesting that I had only a week before been eying tiny puppies of the same breed and had rejected the idea because I simply didn't have time for a small puppy and a week later found myself face to face with an older version of the same mix. In truth, I don't think it was an accident.
Clancy is a dachshund/chihuahua mix. He's eight months old and had only been with the rescue for a couple of weeks. His previous owner had gone to a nursing home. He's house broken (I didn't expect this to be true), loves to play fetch and tug-a-war, and has the most charming habit of hiding his chew toys around my bedroom. I love to watch him search for just the right spot--so far I've found them on bookshelves, under my pillows and in bags of clothes bound for the thrift store. His owner had clearly just started teaching him to sit up and beg and we're finishing that now. He walks very, very nicely on a loose lead, but that might just be because he's so little and I walk so fast. His recall is nice--not perfect--but nice.
The other dogs took an instant liking to him with Ruby and Scrappy (maybe recognizing one of their own?) taking him into their fold the first day. Finding the three of them curled up together is extremely cute. Solomon seems to ignore him for the most part, but has nosed him over a couple of times without aggression. Solomon can't wag his tail anymore, but he seems dimly pleased to see him. For his part, Clancy gives Sol a wide berth.
We have bonded very quickly, needing each other badly, I think. He's still having a tough time with my absences, sometimes howling for a while after I leave and absolutely beside himself with joy at my return. I've been encouraging him to hang out with Sam (youngest) and Fun Guy some while I'm here and I think this is helping.
His only issue and we're well on the road to correcting it is a tendency to chase the cats occasionally. My dog savvy cats know better than to run and he ignores them, but I have one who likes to goad him into it (the resident wild child, Tara) and another who spooks easily. A few times of being put on time out for a couple of hours seems to have helped with this. Now even if Tara dashes through the room, or sits under a table staring (rudely) at him until he can't stand it, all I have to do is speak to him and he sighs and lays down again.
I have long considered myself a big dog person. Ruby and Scrappy are a lot of fun, but they belong to the boys and Fun Guy. But I've known for a while that if there was going to be another dog in my future that it would need to be a relatively low maintenance one since I'm in college and will likely wind up teaching in a classroom after that. So this toy breed thing is a complete departure for me. However I love how he fits in my lap and is contented to live life at my pace. So far our walks have extended to about a mile with no signs of lagging on his part. I don't know how much to ask out of him yet, so we'll just take that slowly. I worry a bit about stepping on him or hurting him in some other way, but he's very careful about feet and doors, moving well back from them.