Chacha
This is Chacha, my chihuahua. He is 10 years old today.
He was given to me as a Christmas present at around 7 months old and has been my best friend ever since. He is only 3 lbs, but is not afraid to take on anyone and has more courage then any other creature I have ever known. Anytime I am upset or not feeling well, he is there to protect me and is always ready to chase anyone away.
It might look like he is starving sometimes. We fed him everything that we could think of but nothing made him gain weight. He has always been skinny and the vet told us that some dogs are just like that. After we started feeding him vegetarian dog food and a lot of 'table food', he gained a little weight but not much. One of his ribs was broken when was younger and you can clearly see it on his side.
He is the boss around here and he knows it, but I would never do anything to change that. He does not tolerate more then about three people holding him or petting him in a dominant way. He loves Fifi and will guard her while she is eating so Callie does not steal her food. He puts up with all the different animals that I bring inside, although he does not really like the rat, Remy. At least not when Remy wants to play with him.
I am not really sure what else to type. I mean, how do you describe someone that you love more then you can say? Words will not do him justice, so here are some more pictures.
Izzy the Fent
Izzy the Fent is a very special rooster.
It was May 23, 2008, when we were at Kathy B. house that we saw four little chicks and their mother in a small cage. One of the chicks, who was later named Izzy, had been attacked through the cage and had a large scab covering about half of his head. We took him and the other chicks- named Cuckoo, Axel and Missy- home. We had to keep Izzy away from his brother and sisters because they would peck at his head. It was not long before he bounded to me and acted as if I was his mother.
I had to carry him with me as I did my chores and he slept in a dog bed beside my pillow at night. Soon his head healed. I was sure that he was a hen- hence the name- until he started flying up on the end of my bed each morning to crow.
He was later moved outside. We kept him with Flower at first.
Although he has had several other hens in his flock, Flower remained his favorite hen until her death in April of 2015.
Because of their size, it is nearly impossible to let our bantams free-range without hawks or wandering cats killing them. We have built a nice pen - that is 10 ft wide and 45 ft long - for them and chicks that are too small to join the big flock.
Izzy is very gentle to the chicks and will sometimes help the mother hens to care for them.
He is the father of Amelia,Taylor, Ebony and Little Babe.
Once Little Babe grew up, he took over from Izzy and became the King of the bantams.
Izzy is very laid back and does not mind being held. He has never showed any aggression towards me or any people, but will not hesitate to take on a rooster many times his size.
He is 7 years old today.
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