About 2 years ago, I had a coworker whose dog had given birth to 5 chihuahua/dachshund mix puppies. It was not planned and they wanted to give them away as soon as possible to whoever was willing to take one. I grew up with chihuahuas always around and immediately felt tempted to inquire about it. But at the same time, I did not feel confident in my ability to take care of a dog on my own. I chose not to say anything and a few weeks went by without seeing this particular coworker. When I saw them again, they mentioned there was still one pup they had not given away yet because it was extremely shy and no one so far was willing to take it home. One thing led to another and suddenly I was on the way home with my coworker to meet the shy puppy. At this point, my coworker was desperate to give away the dog and I wanted to feed into my curiosity. This puppy was not shy at all, he was very excited when we arrived and clearly wanted us to play with him. I was shocked because I was expecting a timid small creature and my coworker was shocked because apparently, he was not usually playful in front of strangers. My coworker begged me to take the puppy, and at that point, I could not resist. 2 years later, that dog is my best friend. The first year was the hardest, but I have developed so much patience since then. I have also lost many pairs of shoes and quiet mornings are no longer a thing in my life. Sometimes I look back at how he came into my life and wonder if he was the one who chose me. I still have no idea what a shy version of my dog looks like, but I am glad it prevented anyone else from taking him home.
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