Peanut

Peanut is an eleven-year-old deer head Chihuahua. I found her as a young dog, alone (abandoned?) in a mall parking lot in Texas. She quickly became a most cherished part of our family.

Peanut has many names and answers to them all. Peanut-Weenut, Peanutty, P-Dog, NutterButter, PurtyPeanutGirl, and Peaniferous Maximus are just a sampling. Many songs are sung to her with these names and ridiculous lyrics— to which she happily responds with silly butt wags.

I tell people she is the worst Chihuahua I’ve ever known. She is friendly, calm, sweet, and very quiet (we’ve only heard her bark about 5 times in the past 10 years). Very un-Chihuahua like behavior, right? I guess no one told her to be an evil, shivery ball of snarling spite. I’m glad.

Peanut doesn’t ask for much. She loves walks (read: sniffs), cuddles, and burrowing in my long hair whenever it’s down. Of course, she does insist her “cuteness tax” be paid in a regular and timely manner. Her preferred method of payment is a bit of scrambled egg from my breakfast plate or perhaps a nibble of bacon. However, she is always very polite about her tax collection.

I could have never imagined so much sweet personality would ever be bound in 8 pounds of little dog. Peanut is truly a joy bringer and I’m so happy she is in my life.