Charlotte is convinced she is a princess or of some noble blood line. I am positive that could she see, she would have watched the Royal Wedding this past weekend and pranced around the house acting as if she was Princess Charlotte, Duchess of Clearwater. I often think that she dreams of being a descendent of some important tribe in Mexico. Dare I tell her Chihuahuas originated from Indian tribes that used them for food? No. I think I'll keep that bit of information to myself.
But what surprised me was to see how completely different all three of my dogs are. Once I had gotten used to Charlotte's royal ways, I expected the next dog to act the same way, chalking it up to "just another Chihuahua". But Chelsea is completely different.
Chelsea on the other hand is convinced she is a wild dog, maybe even a wolf. She definitely has the physique to prove it, if it were true. Her tail is fluffier and she even has some what of a mane. She has no idea what it's like to be an indoor dog, or a family pet. She loves being part of a pack, but when her pack is inside, she wants nothing to do with any of us. If she could, she'd spend all day outside laying in the shade. It's like two different dogs in one. Inside she is scared, reserved, and lazy. Outside she is alert, curious, and on guard. It's the weirdest thing, but once she steps through the door way and sniffs that fresh air her tail goes up and away slips that nervous dog that hides in corners. I think it is because outside, she gets to pretend she is a wild animal, living on the edge, but then she comes inside and realizes she is just a house pet and it depresses her a little.
Chloe, has the personality of a Diva in what she thinks is the body of a Great Dane. No one has explained to her what a Great Dane really is. She thinks she is the biggest and most important thing in this house. I try not to baby her too much since I don't want to create a problem with the other two, so since I've stopped babying her, she's moved on to demanding attention from everyone else in the family. When Daddy comes home she carries on a fit until he picks her up. When she is running free and see's Charlotte she immediately runs over to her and smacks her in the face with her paw, as if to say "excuse me, look at me, I'm over here!". She has no clue Charlotte can't see her and assumes every time Charlotte walks into her it's a game of "tag - you're it". Poor Charlotte is NOT amused by these antics but even if she did want to fight back, she wouldn't even know where or what to snap at. So Charlotte has begun to walk into the kitchen, where she can barricade herself, and then barks non-stop until Rob or I pick her up and bring her somewhere safe, which brings me back to Charlotte thinking she is a Princess...
It makes me wonder where these personalities come from. Did I create it in my mind? Or do I make my dogs act this way? It's so strange, but whatever the case may be, it makes for some great entertainment. :)
It makes me wonder where these personalities come from. Did I create it in my mind? Or do I make my dogs act this way? It's so strange, but whatever the case may be, it makes for some great entertainment. :)
