After the wedding celebration the newlywed Doxy and Chi settled into a nice life on the lam. They often returned to their spiritual advisor and handout guy at the town dump but living there permanently was not something they wanted to do. It was crowded there and the many smells worth investigating were a distraction. Dox and Chi wanted to be alone together and to focus on their marriage.
They soon learned that being different breeds was exciting and romantic but also presented some challenges.
They couldn’t run at the same pace because their legs were so different in length. Chi was always getting ahead of Dox and this really pissed her off. Chi eventually learned to jog instead of run when he and Dox were out and about.
Doxy may have had short (and gorgeous) legs but she had a long nose. This made kissing difficult for Chi so he often avoided full-on kisses, opting for little butterly kisses on Doxy’s cheek or even nibbling on his wife’s floppy ears. This really pissed her off. Eventually, Chi learned to lean in at just the right angle to kiss Doxy on her lips. And he never nibbled again. Even when Dox wound up with some wet food on the ends of her pretty little ears.
Doxy always barked ferociously when she sensed danger but she never bit. She didn’t believe in physical violence of any sort, even if a fly was buzzing her because of those tasty ears. But Chi barked AND bit when he saw a threat. He had even bitten a nice kid who approached him to give him some of his Hint-of-Lime Doritos. Fortunately, the little boy wasn’t badly hurt because he was wearing his skateboarding safety gear (Yeah, this kid could eat Hint-of-Lime Doritos while skateboarding!). When Chi bit the nice kid Doxy was really pissed off. Eventually, Chi learned to keep his mouth shut, except for the savage bark that did give most creatures pause. Except maybe those flies.
Religious dilemmas hounded Chi an Doxy too. Dox was a Lutheran and Chi was a Roman Catholic. Chi would always be quoting the Pope and mentioning the padre’s infallibility afterward. This really pissed Dox off. Eventually, Chi learned to mention the Pope’s latest Encyclical and ask Doxy what she thought of the new “letter of suggestion,” as he called it.
Chi really loved Doxy. And Doxy really loved Chi. They worked hard to overcome the issues in a mixed marriage. And it wasn’t just the canine husband and wife who had ‘issues’ with their differences. There were a surprising number of dogists in both the animal and human world who didn’t approve of the young couple. Dox and Chi sometimes found a good neighborhood and space to live but were forced to move on because of other dogs’ prejudices. It’s hard to feel comfortable in a spot where AKC Standard Poodles stood on fire hydrants railing about the danger of “diluting” pure bred dog breeds. Or where owners of pure bred Shitzus shunned you and refused to help you out with a few scraps of Boar’s Head baloney. And the cats, my God, the cats. They were the worst. Barn Cats with no pedigree would toss murdered Blue Jays in front of Mr. and Mrs. Chihuahua. The message was clear.: “Move on or wind up like Bernie Blue Jay here.”
Finally, the no-longer-naieve pups decided to make their way down South. Rumor had it that there were all sorts of mixed marriages and combo-puppies in South Carolina. So, Chi and Doxy packed their little knapsacks, attached them to some fine sticks and jogged/walked down Rt 95.