Eating My Words... Saturday, March 17

I’ve always been one of those lovers of big dogs. An ankle biter dog the size of a rat just seemed cruel and rather insulting to the species, but low and behold I now am an owner of an ankle biter dog… and he’s smaller than a rat.

My oldest brother, B-Boy T-Roy, used to love Chihuahuas and I used to tease him about it, telling him that he should be embarrassed to make such a claim.

Ya, am definitely eating my words now.

Now that fact that Balboa is a miniature Chihuahua was totally not known by me until I took him to the vet a couple of weeks back, insisting that the vet run checks. “He’s just too small, something must be wrong!” I claimed.

It’s interesting to note just how tolerant Pyen Chi is of this little ankle biter and really the only time Pyen Chi poses a danger to Balboa is when either Snickers or I come home. They both rush to the door to great us but with Pyen Chi insisting on jumping up and down like a bronco at a rodeo, it’s easy for Balboa to get trampled on so we’re always quick to scoop him up. Knock on wood though, no trampling hasn’t happened yet.

Staying home is now definitely a favorite thing of me to do but regardless of where I go in Ggum Guum, Balboa is always insisting on shadowing me and then Pyen Chi comes over to check out what we're doing. I'm curious just how big Balboa will get but for now it's pretty cute walking around the house with Balboa riding in my sweater pockets.