… of a Chihuahua puppy, that is. A Chihuahua puppy named Buffy.
I never thought I would be the type of person to call myself Mama to a dog. But that’s what the Vet called me. And my Sister. And pretty much everyone else when they found out about my puppy. So I decided to embrace it.
And honestly, what else would I call myself? Her Master? Leader of the Pack? It doesn’t quite fit. I’m raising this puppy. Her little life is mine to take care of for as long as she lives. That definitely sounds like a Mom to me.
Buffy came to me through a friend. He knew I wanted a pet, and when he found Buffy he offered her to me. She was just six weeks old, and already taken from her doggie Mom. The family she was with didn’t want her anymore. Which I can’t even imagine. She was so tiny and sweet, and the most loveable puppy I’ve ever met. I don’t know how long she was with them. They weren’t mistreating her, physically anyway, but they weren’t giving her the love and attention she needed either.
I was really looking for a cat. With working 12 -13 hour shifts, I felt like that would be the best option as a pet. But as soon as I saw her picture, I knew I wanted her. And that I would call her Buffy. She’s the best snap decision I’ve ever made.
Buffy’s been so good for me too.
I didn’t know it, but I was little lonely living here on my own. But Buffy is a wonderful companion, and she has made my little apartment feel more like a home.
It’s also good for me to have someone to think about other than myself. Living on your own can make you a little self-centered, with everything done in your own time and on your own schedule. But now I have Buffy to consider. I have to think about if where I’m going is dog friendly. I have to schedule Vet appointments, get her nails trimmed, and make sure to give her her heart and flea medicine on time. I have to make sure she eats right, drinks plenty of water, and gets tons of exercise.
That last part is something else that’s been good for me. I make sure that I walk Buffy at least twice a day. Even though I’m not big on the outdoors, Buffy loves it! The walking and sunshine is good for both of us. We both need the exercise. And Buffy needs to burn off some of her energy so she doesn’t go nuts in this little apartment.
Fortunately, I’m not doing this all on my own. On the days I work, Mom and Dad keep Buffy. So, I have her for four days and they have her for four days. It was Poppy’s idea. When she heard I got a puppy, she suggested that they keep her on the days I work so Buffy wouldn’t be alone. I’m so glad she did. Buffy loves company and would’ve been very sad by herself for 12 hours or more at a stretch. They’re just as attached to Buffy as I am. She loves them too. But of course she always remembers who her Mama is.
When Buffy came to me, she was six weeks old and 3lbs. She is now 18 weeks and 7lbs 4oz. 🙂