His name is Zuma, short for Moctezuma. The name came to me in a dream, almost like the dog himself. I figure, he's some sort of chihuahua, chihuahuas are from Mexico, and Moctezuma was king of the Aztecs. It makes as much sense as the rest of this story.
He tries to pee on everything. Thankfully, he's small, so they're not so much puddles as droplets. I don't have a completely enclosed backyard, so I'm not sure about letting him outside on his own yet. He can climb the stairs to get out of the yard, but he's too scared to go down them, so he can run away but he can't come back.
The weather has turned cold and so that's what I have: a cold. Not the best timing on Zuma's part. Although this does mean I'm taking a sick day (so as not to sneeze all over the kiddies), so I guess Zuma's lucky in that sense. Meanwhile, it's chicken soup for me, dog food for Zuma, and leftovers for the roaches.
Seems like a very appropriate name!
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