Do you remember when we first met, and I told you that I was about two years old?

Well, I had to go to the vet’s the other day for some dental work (don’t ask), and Legs1 asked him what he thought of the rescue group’s age estimation for me (about two years old last December, meaning I’d be about 2.75 now).

The guy didn’t even have the courtesy to beat around the bush! Instead, he blurted out that I might be in “early middle age,” maybe in the four- to six-years-old range!!

OH MY GOD!

Suddenly I don’t feel so well. And look, I’ve grown a grizzle:

Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me, When I'm Sixty-Four?

Bring on the Geritol, the AARP membership, and the soft foods.

I need to go lie down for a while. But I have to be careful: as My Little Pony always says, “Sleep is like death.”

Did you know Chihuahuas can fly? Seven of them from Sandy Eggo did just that the other day.

It turns out my kind are “overrepresented” here—as if that’s possible! All dogs should be Chihuahuas, or better yet, Chihuahua mixes, like me.

Legs1 and Legs2 speculate that the overrepresentation is because of Sandy Eggo’s proximity to a place called Mecks Eeko, and possibly to a place called Holly Would, because they make movies featuring Chihuahuas and then there are lots of leftovers.

(Leftovers?! Is that like Thanksgiving, and folks are chowing down on Chihuahua tacos, sandwiches, hashes, and scrambles? Eeekkk!

…long anxiety-filled minutes pass…

Okay, I’m back after a good cuddle.)

At any rate, other places have the good sense to have waiting lists for Chihuahuas. My Aunt Pohla, who lives in Pitts Burger, says the seven flying Chihuahuas ended up in her town! Here’s the link to the article: http://bit.ly/MgU2W6

If you recall, I am a rescue dog and know the heartbreak of waiting for my forever home, so I thank the good people at Chihuahua Rescue of San Diego and Critter Care Adoptions of Evans City, PA for taking care of my relatives.

Like this guy, who must be my long-lost cousin or something, right?

Ha Ha, Made You Look! This is NOT ME. It Is A Flying Chihuahua, Featured On wpxi.com on May 15, 2012

I have no memorabilia from my time in the hoosegow, thank goodness.

But there are a few photos of me from my rescue days that I thought I’d share with you. I was pretty happy when I lived at Linda’s Home for Little Lost Dogs, even though Linda thought my name was “Buddy,” or sometimes “Little Buddy.” I told her over and over again that my name was Jax, but I don’t think she could hear me over the noise from all my foster sisters and brothers.

These pictures are small, because I used to be small before I came to live with Legs1 and Legs2. I hope you can see them.

Here I am in all my glory, including my curly tail. I’ll be featuring that in a future blog post.

Rescue Me

And here is my noble profile, including evidence of my ex- (wrong) name:

Little Buddy That Was

And here I am doing a little soft shoe:

Shuffle to the Left, Shake It on the Right

In general, I don’t dwell in the past. I like all four feet pointing forward. But thank you for joining me on this trip down Memory Lane!