“he’s just being a boy” my father exclaims. at moments where most chihuahua owners would cringe, he embraces his youngest child’s every whimsical wish.
the boy, as we commonly call him, is the simplest part of my day.
he likes being walked, smelling most feces, taking bm’s, and hanging out with his older brother, me. he enjoys chasing squirrels and cats. my leash has yet to grant him his wish of catching either.
yesterday we passed a dead squirrel. seeing an adversary clearly dead was shocking and fascinating to him. i thought for a moment it would be a lasting impression.
until we walked passed the spot where his once fallen foe previously lay slain, victim to vehicular manslaughter, and his look was the same. the scent took him back to the scene of yesterday’s crime at once, as if he were a telepathic medium.
its as if he’s hard wired to download music and baked french goods at the speed of sound but has trouble watching movies in real time, remembering their plot or characters, and even making out what objects are in the background.
good thing he is a chihuahua and not a computer.
