When last we saw our Doxy/Chihuahua couple they were heading to South Carolina on paw.
It was an arduous journey with some wonderful adventures and some harrowing occurrences. Let’s just leave it at that. This is a G-rated story, after all. Ixnay on the scary stuff.
Let’s jump to South Carolina.
Doxy and Chi arrived at The Palmetto State a little thinner, a little wiser and a little desperate.
The only dogs they met in South Caroline were homeless and despondent. So they searched for a good human who might help them.
Sadly, the first humans they encountered were not good ones. They were ruthless puppy sellers and looked at Mr. and Mrs. with slavering delight. “Wow, how cute will their offspring will be,” thought the humans. Tiny dogs with a medium nose and medium legs. That’s what the humans saw in Chi and Doxy.
So, the bad humans spoke sweetly to the young couple and offered them wet dog food. Hungry, tired and far from home, our little heroes fell for it, hook, line and sinker (sorry for the fish metaphor in the middle of a dog story). They happily followed the bad humans to their house.
But, instead of a warm bed and steady meals, they found themselves in a dark, wooden crate that smelled of other days and other dogs. Chi and Dox were bereft, but not as hungry as they’d been on the trip. “At least we have some kibble and each other,” they said in unison. And, as they took comfort in food, each other and their great love, they made love.
Fast forward a number of months (I should know the gestation period of Dachshunds but I don’t. Deal with it). Doxy and Chi had been moved to nice quarters when the bad humans discovered that Dox was pregnant. They got to stay in the house and had a warm room off of the kitchen. They finally got the promised wet dog food and were let outside to romp for a couple of hours every day. Their biggest problem was holding their small bladders in check until they were allowed out in the yard. Both Chi and Dox were fastidious in their habits. They were not going to pee or poop in their living space, especially with children on the way. Yes, they both understood that they’d soon welcome the children they had planned on when first they fell in love.
Fast forward again (yeah, I still don’t know the gestation period of Dachshunds) and the happy day arrived for Chi and Dox. It was May 1, 2015 and the weather was warm and sunny in North Carolina. Dox woke up with cramps. She didn’t even know what cramps were but she sensed that something momentous was about to happen. She woke Chi up with a nudge of her long nose. Chi popped up, took one look at his beautiful wife and started barking frantically. When the humans didn’t appear Chi began pawing at the gate that separated Dox and his living quarters from the kitchen. His barking jumped up an octave or two and became thoroughly annoying. Doxy was pissed off. She was not feeling great and her lunatic husband was rapidly approaching a meltdown. Finally, the human woman appeared and Chi ran to Doxy’s side. Doxy was whimpering quietly so Chi tried to kiss her. That really pissed her off. She nearly bit his nose off. Chi stepped back. The human lady stepped in. She had grabbed a wet washcloth and a whole lot of paper towels. She turned Doxy on her side while saying nice things in a soft voice. Chi felt a little left out but after another minute he was more than happy to be dogsona non grata.
Like magic, two little puppies popped out of Doxy. They looked a lot alike. Both really small, both really brown and both had a little white triangle on their heads. They were adorable. And totally helpless.
Human Lady wiped them off with the wet washcloth and cleaned Doxy up. Chi was covering his eyes with his paws and only looked when he heard his wife murmuring softly. He approached her affectionately and she responded positively. They both looked at the two new creatures they had created from love and glowed with joy.