The moment our eyes met, I knew Fate wanted us together. We spent some time eyeing each other, both of us wondering what the other wanted in this relationship. After what seemed like forever, Nick came home with me.
My children were excited to meet him. My husband John was welcoming as well (it was his idea to have another male in the house), but that changed when Nick insisted having his way in the household. His first move was occupying the corner space of our sectional sofa, a place everyone knew was reserved for John. After a heated argument and brief struggle, Nick gave up, but not without a smidgen of animosity toward my husband.
"You shouldn't gloat, there might be repercussions," I pointed out to John.
John frowned. "We can't cater to him. He needs to learn who is in charge."
There was indeed revenge. The next morning John's shower shoes were missing. Joseph and Jonathan denied seeing them outside of the bedroom. Nick looked doe-eyed, but we all knew who the culprit was.
After a few days passed, I started noticing strange things about our new housemate. Nick insisted on following me around the house, never allowing me to leave his sight. This strange obsession grew even more alarming one morning when he tried to rip down the shower curtains and climb into the tub with me.
After some patient guidance, and assurance I'd never leave him, Nick has calmed and things are more pleasant in our home. Below is a photo of my new roomie.
Meet St. Nick, an eight week old Chihuahua, former resident of my local ASPCA.