This isn’t an anecdote, but allow me to tell you about my Chico.

About a year or 2 ago, my dog Oprah (breed: non-descript, just plain black) passed away.

I resisted my children’s and my wife’s requests for a new dog. I especially didn’t want a little yappy dog, as my wife suggested.

One weekend, I was out of town on business. I returned to find a small Chihuhua, rat terrier, Jack Russell (?) mix yapping away in the back yard.

Needless to say, I felt a bit betrayed and disrespected.

It turns out that Chico had a story of his own. He was found abandoned, tied to a tree, next to a horse, which was also abandoned.

Chico seems to realize that he lucked out by “finding” us, a family with 2 loving kids, and 2 loving parents.

He’s reached a point of detente’ or we could call it a balance of terror with our 4 (!) cats, who tolerate him.

And yes, I adore my Chico, as well. Even I have come around.

Scott from FL