Our furry grand baby Chorkie went back home to his parents recently, our older daughter and her husband, when they returned from their trip to Europe. I never mind keeping him because he likes his Nan (that's me). He really isn't any trouble other than having to work around his burning desire to hike that short leg and mark things in my house.
As you can see in the pics, he kinda resembles a muppet, with the fuzzy fur, pricked ears and snaggletooth expression. It makes him look approachable and pettable. But if Chorkie doesn't know you, he'll immediately bark his head off and act as if he might take a chunk out of you. Unfortunately, his instinct has always been fight rather than flee. Little man syndrome, no doubt, since he's half chihuahua and yorkie.
Our Finn always tries to engage Chorkie in play. A couple of times each visit, Chorkie will cave and race around with Finn for a while. But Finn mostly gets a lot of bluffing growls when he moves into Chorkie's space, encouraging the little beast to act like a dog instead of a grouchy old man.
As luck would have it, my niece drove up from Georgetown for her long weekend to hang out for a day. And so I was able to save the daughter and me a trip halfway to Austin to hand off the Chorkie. Since he's kennel trained, the snarky little muppet was fine riding with the niece to get back to his parents. Now I've started thinking about Christmas, when we'll have the girls here for several days. I'll need to figure out how to Chorkie-proof things like the tree and my life-sized Santa so they don't get tinkled on.
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