Yes, I do have a Chihuahua. And even though it may appear as if I walked off the set of Legally Blonde, I didn't. Not only is Honey an amazing pet, but she is like my best friend. When I got Honey, she was just a precious, tiny little thing. Now that she is 4 years young, she is trained, incredibly loyal, and every bit of a friend as any human could ever be. Honey has long, powder white limbs, honey colored fur (hence her name), and huge doe-like dark brown eyes. My ex-boyfriend bought Honey for me as a late birthday present when I was just 15, and from then on, I knew there was just not another pet out there for me. She was born a true Texan, and after finding her on the internet, I flew her here to Florida to be where she belonged.
I'm sure you're sitting there though, twiddling your thumbs, trying to figure out how this precious story of a baby Chihuahua ties into my confession blog. Well, you see, I moved out.
When my now-roomate and I decided to move into our apartment, Honey was heartbroken. She not only had to share her well-deserved attention with her fellow "friends"- my step-mom's 2 cats- she also had to go without seeing her beloved mommy for days at a time. But as my step-mom announced that she was going back to school in Jacksonville, she made it apparent that Honey would either need to find a new home or I would have to open up my apartment to my baby pooch.
One problem: I didn't pay a pet deposit.
Now, usually this would sound like a much bigger issue, but because Honey is so little, there isn't much to worry about- right?
Wrong.
Honey doesn't chew things up, she doesn't do "no-no's" in random, unexpected places, but Honey does need to be walked many times throughout the day.
The only problem with this?
Dan.
Dan is my pesky, dad-aged, lonely next door neighbor. Being from New York, Dan is loud, very curious, and over-protective of my roomate, Chelsea, and I. Not only is Dan constantly checking up on our whereabouts, health, bills, air conditioning, weekend plans, school, schedules, parties, and ANYTHING else he can think of to ask at that particular moment, Dan has seen Honey more than once.
"Who's this?" he asked once, pointing his elongated finger toward my wide-eyed bestie, Honey.
"Oh, I'm just babysitting her for my step-mom for the afternoon," I word-vomited in attempt to save my own ass. But as Honey and I ducked for cover, running away from Dan and back into the house, I thought to myself- how exactly do I hide, or better yet, effectively keep Honey here?
I guess my next step is visitng our realtor's office in regards to a pet deposit.
I also guess I don't need to buy those pretty little Steve Madden heels
I've had my eye on for quite some time.
Those can wait I suppose.
But the $250 to secure my baby, Honey Pie, a home can not.
