Chihuahua Pocket Rocket

I want to introduce posthumously, our chihuahua Pocket Rocket.  She has been dead for many years now but what a little dynamo she was.  Now all you chihuahua haters out there (and I know there are many) just hold on to your bib and brace overalls and give me a chance to tell you what she was like.  Many people over the years we had her had called her a 'rat', not a real dog or cat food but she was amazing.

From the beginning we treated her like a dog, sounds stupid but so many chihuahua owners treat them like babies which does neither dog nor owner any favours.  Pocket had a sense of humour and was forever in a good mood.  She loved people and was a lousy watch dog.  She never barked at visitors but greeted them like old friends every time.  Even the vet loved her. 

Being of good nature we decided to breed with our little Pocket Rocket, you know, increase the number of non-snappy, happy chihuahuas in the world.  We borrowed a little boy named Bozo for the appropriate week in her cycle and I worried about the virtue and safety of our little bitch in the clutches of this hormone driven male dog. Silly me.  Bozo was an overweight and happy little dog at the beginning of the week.  By the end of the week he had lost weight, was a nervous wreck and spent his time hiding from our little nymphomaniac.  At first he was as happy as a mating dog could get but she never let up.  She wanted servicing all the time.  Bozo became an expert at hiding, middle of our double bed was a favourite, he stopped eating and always looked worried.  We had to send poor Bozo home early, he was no match for the Pocket Rocket.  I was worried he would have a heart attack.  Unfortunately our girl had a false pregnancy and was miserable the whole time so we had her desexed.  The male chihuahuas of the area breathed a sigh of relief.

When we moved to the country I worried that some bird of prey would take our little dog or perhaps a large snake would swallow her.  Perhaps she would get lost in the long grass.  Huh, I must learn not to underestimate the Pocket Rocket.  She took to country life with ease.  Not only did she tease the cattle by running in under their girth, yapping at the last minute and sprint away leaving them jumping into the air but she soon learnt to take down wild rabbits.  At the time of a mild rabbit infestation she and her canine accomplice, border collie, Tassie the Wonderdog cleared the land in a matter of months.  The rabbits burrowed in under the farm buildings and she would go in after them, either catching them and bringing them out complete with broken neck or she would flush them out for the border collie to grab.  Quite a number of the rabbits were bigger than her and she could be seen dragging them out between her legs.  Our old Italian neighbour was forever impressed with the Pocket Rocket for her rabbiting skills.

All this from a lap dog, a 'rat', a waste of canine space.  Our Pocket Rocket was a much loved member of this family and we will always remember the fun and laughter she gave us.  She proved that size does not matter and chihuahuas can be of value in areas apart from keeping your lap warm.