I have always had a dog. Most of the time two or three. Many times I have had eight to ten depending on the size of the litter. Back in Albuquerque my Shih-tzu Chelsea and her mate Rusty had a total of 42 pups. I sold them all but was fortunate that Pearl never got picked up by woman who had bought her. Pearl was truly a JEWEL! Rusty was the best dog ever. Pearl and Rusty were running around the pool one day and Pearl knocked Rusty in and under the solar cover and he drowned. But this story has already been told.
What hasn't been told is the story of Tasha, Bruiser, Billy & Max. Chihuahua's. Just a short time after Chelsea & Pearl died I bought Bruiser. My gift to Will for Christmas 2004.
Will had never owned a puppy before and he instantly fell in love with Bruiser. Everywhere Will went Bruiser followed. So now I had to have one. I bought Tasha right after New Years 2005. Tasha was a feisty little barker. She loved me and she loved Will and she loved
Bruiser. But this is where her love stopped. Bruiser loved everyone. As did Will. I really do think that Dogs take on a lot of their owners personality. For reasons to be told another time I was going thru a lot of serious ass shit when I bought Tasha. I was very guarded and really didn't trust anyone. Except for Will, my cousin, and the dogs. Tasha was the same. Several times Will and I caught Tasha and Bruiser stuck together in the back yard just sitting there. We'd always laugh. It was really funny to see. Just about nine weeks later August 2, 2005 at around 10pm Tasha went into labor.
Over the course of the evening and into the morning she delivered nine tinny tiny puppies. The next two days Will did his best to save the little runt. Tasha had tried to eat him. She knew he wasn't right. The vet told us that he was born with an enlarged heart and would not live. We had to put him down. An enlarged heart. Isn't it ironic. Six of the eight were sold.
Both Will and I picked out our favorite and they were not for sale. Will named his pup Billy and I named mine Max. Once again Billy took on Will's personality and loved everyone. Max not so much. He was guarded and only liked the ones he lived with. Jump ahead to July 23, 2006. Will died. I had to leave the state. I had to get far away. I couldn't take the pups. This was one of the hardest tasks I have every completed. Taking my precious pups to the pound in Clearwater, Fl. The only thing that made this at all bearable was when the woman at the pound said she would make sure Billy & Max got adopted together and that Tasha & Bruiser would get adopted together. A few years go by and for the only time in my life I didn't have a dog. It was time. I got Jake. At first he was simply fabulous. Then came the brain disorder and the biting. Jake went completely mad and I had to have him put down. Overbred. Purebred. Inbred. Never again would I buy from a breeder.
And at the time I thought never again would I own a dog. Wrong! A few months later my sister got an e-mail from Pedigree. The Pedigree Company was holding their annual adoption drive and included photos in the e-mail. Mopsy was his name. That is until driving home from the adoption center I said "his name is Billy". It just felt right. A few months later my sister, my friend Jesse Kozel, and I decide to go to the West LA Animal Shelter. Jesse and I found him. He was so tiny and so precious I had to have him. On the way home Jesse said "you should name him Max". I had never told Jesse my story about having to take Tasha Bruiser, Billy & Max to that pound in Clearwater,Fl. Unbelievable. I now had Billy & Max back. Funny thing is Billy is a lot me and Max is a lot like Will. I really do think that dogs take on a lot of their owners personality. I guess it took two to pull mine together.
Billy & Max
Billy's Pedigree Commercial
Billy is the second dog!