We have really mixed feelings about this one. After many months of deliberating what to do about the fate of our beloved Chihuahua, dear Sanchez, we have finally come to the conclusion that we need to give him away. You see, Pedro is not your regular run-of-the-mill Chihuahua. Firstly, the damn dog's a gargantuan 17 POUNDS! And secondly, he has this horrific tendency to burst into frantic foot-biting seizures (his own foot that is) - I'd say at least 20 times a day - which leads us to believe he probably has a tennis ball sized tumour growing in his ping-pong ball sized brain. This poses a real threat to our baby no doubt.
So we found a solution to this problem. His name is Ikeda-san, and he's the freakin' Dog Whisperer if you ask me. I heard about the guy from a girl I met at a Tokyo Pregnancy Group meeting back in April. She calls him "doggie man", and he's helped in training her dog, Frannie, to deal with the fact that she plays second fiddle to their new baby boy. I had grand hopes that Ikeda-san would be able to do the same for Pedro, but after viewing a video I took of him mid foot-biting freakout, he soon realized that his problem is a mental illness that can't be fixed by training.
So he's taking him to live in the mountains of Iwate prefecture...no joke! Our "little" Sanchez will be living a life of luxery at the Naya Court Dog Resort, AND we get to visit him whenever we like!
We couldn't be happier about this. For a while there, we thought we'd for sure have to put the little bugger to sleep. But now we can rest easy knowing that our fat-assed, lovable freak will spend the rest of his dog-days in doggie heaven.
Farewell, sweet Sanchez! xoxo
