I’ve never been a fan of the Chihuaua in general, too small, too yappy, too annoying, always underfoot, and typically owned by annoying self-centered idiots that want a living fashion accessory.
For a while, that dislike was reinforced by my sister’s dog, Lazarus, a long-haired tricolor chihuaua, he looks closer to a tribble than a dog, and for the longest time, he was utterly terrified of me, any time I visited my sister’s place, Laz was on Super-Hyper-Red-Alert-Extreme!!…
I had never done anything bad/mean to the dog, indeed, I tried to be as nice to him as possible, even though I found his stereotypical neuroses annoying…
a few years ago, my sister got fed up with him, as he was still intact and had the annoying habit of marking everything, instead of taking him to the vet, they kept the poor thing in a dog carrier and ignored him, even though I didn’t like Laz, I found her mistreatment of him infuriating
thankfully, Mom adopted him, and he’s been living with her for the last decade or so, she takes him for walks, pays attention to him, and generally gives him a good life, he’s still intact though and she needs to keep an eye on him to prevent him from marking, she’s planning on getting him fixed soon anyway
so, here’s the thing…
a few years ago, Laz suddenly decided I was no longer the “Big Bad Scary Mans”, but was “Good Mans, Friend”, and became utterly obsessed with spending time with me…
…and y’know, he’s a good little dog, he’s level-headed, relatively sane, and extremely affectionate, he even listens to commands for the most part, something Cooper, my Portie, only does when it’ll benefit him (normal behavior for Porties, they’re very intelligent, strong willed, and obstinate, before deciding to obey, they think “what’s in this for ME?” )
As i’m typing this right now, he’s laying right next to me, lying on his back, tummy exposed and dozing, in utter happiness, occasionally he’ll go to the foot of the bed, and try to tunnel under the heirloom knit blanket on the bed, he loves burrowing into blankets/comforters
he’s also rather fond of freshly fallen snow, he’ll run out and roll around in it in sheer bliss (good thing he has that long fur), never thought i’d see a dog so utterly enamored with snow, and it’s utterly hilarious seeing this tiny canine, who’s ancestors hailed from a subtropical region, acting like a tiny Husky/Malamute or other arctic dog…
Since I have no real world experience with any other chihuauas, is this normal behavior, or are they generally as neurotic as they’ve been portrayed as?