
Meet Nacho: a Chihuahua dog that belongs to one of our friends. Nacho’s owners were going out of town for the holidays and she needed a place to stay. I, of course, volunteered to watch Nacho for them. I had been raised with dogs my entire life, and missed having them around. I missed having a sweet dog to come home to, and to take walks with and to play with. Having Nacho for a few days would definitely be fun…or so I thought.
Before Nacho was dropped off, I was told that she gets a bad case of separation anxiety and usually refuses to move, eat or drink for numerous days at a time. She is extremely afraid of all people because she was a rescue dog, and she barks like crazy. On top of all that, Nacho will refuse to go to the bathroom…Except for when it comes to your house… then, she pees on anything soft that is on the floor…including carpet. Oh, and she is extremely aggressive with other dogs.
Great. My dreams of having a fun dog to play with were suddenly a thing of the past, but it was too late to back out. I picked up Nacho and prepared for the worst.
For the first few days, Nacho was pretty immobile, but she didn’t have any problem eating or going on walks. As the days progressed, and she became more familiar with us, her behavior improved drastically. She became almost playful, snuggled up with Brett and I on the couch, only barked when someone knocked and also became friends with the other dogs in our building. I was shocked! I don’t know why my friend described her dog as an absolute terror, but Nacho is nothing like her description.
Today is our last day with Nacho, and I am sad to see her go. Yes, she had really bad breath…and somehow always forced her way in-between Brett and I wherever we sat, (Brett isn’t her biggest fan) but I will miss her. I guess we will just have to get our own dog now!
