Meet Roxie!

Several weeks ago, I met my dad about 40 minutes from my house where he was meeting a family who had chihuahua puppies. He has been devastated since last fall over the death of my brother's dog, a chi who was more like my dad's pup than my brother's. My dad's been through a lot of physical stuff this year, and getting a puppy of his own was something that I knew would breathe new life into him. My mom finally agreed to it, so my dad and I met this little cutie, as well as her mom and dad, too.
The minute my dad held her, I knew he had to adopt her. We made the arrangements and planned to pick her up just before Christmas -- right after she'd had her first shots.

She hadn't grown too much since we'd seen her, but she seemed to take to us fairly easily.

In fact, as much as she loved to be held, she seemed to prefer climbing her way up to this perch to nap.

And over the next few days, through Christmas and the blizzard, she continued to get more and more acclimated to life with my parents in her new home. She is hysterical to play with -- such a tiny little thing (2lbs, 14oz!) with a ton of energy.

She's bouncy and cuddly and super cute. We'll train her well so she's not yappy and annoying like some chi's I've known. I know she'll bring my dad lots of love and companionship and joy. I can see the difference in him already, and that's the best gift I could have.