We caved...

As some of you know I have two lovable Chihuahuas (Macho and Mojito--later renamed Pinky by my mother) that have taken refuge at my parents house for most of their lives. I can fully admit that I wasn't the best pet owner when I was younger. I didn't mistreat them in anyway; I just didn't have my priorities all in order yet. Between working a full time job and figuring out where I would get my next cherry vodka sour, I didn't give them as much attention as they deserved. That being said, my parents were nice enough to take them in; they've been living the doggy high-life ever since. Even though I know they are very well taken care of and my parents adore them, I have always felt guilty (and still do). Like a teen mother who abandoned her young (okay, maybe not quite that extreme, but close). When we went home for Christmas I was convinced I was going to bring them back to live with us in LA.  Yeah, right. Not only would that break my parents hearts; it wouldn't be fair to the dogs to rock their world like that. So with heavy hearts we came back to Los Angeles K-9 free.
Bryan and I had been talking about getting a dog for the past year and he suggested that we start to look around--just to see what was available.  Finally coming to the realization that "my dogs" were now my PARENTS dogs--I agreed. After some looking around online, we decided to make a stop by the humane society last weekend. Row after row of huge Pit Bulls lined the shelter. Although some Pits may be nice, we weren't prepared to even entertain adopting one as an option. It is really sad and quite astonishing the number of Pit Bulls that are abandoned in Los Angeles. I would be curious to know if that is the case across the U.S., or just out here. Anyway, as we were about to call it quits and head to another shelter we saw a sweet little puppy in a grey t-shirt poking his head under the cage door. The puppy and Bryan locked eyes and that was all she wrote. 


A vaccination and a snip of the balls later--we officially had ourselves a new member of the family. Our first furry child together.  


His name? What else, but Texas! 

Texas is a Dachshund/Terrier mix.