This will contain a lot of pictures, because… I mean… come on, aren’t those the cutest dogs ever?
I’ll start with Mali:
Her name is actually registered as “Alex’s Hot Tamale'” but we spell it “Mali” because if we didn’t, the vet and groomer would call her “Male.”
I got Mali when she was 6 months old and I was 15. She is 9 now and will be 10 in June. She is the most well-behaved, loyal dog I have ever met and she is my best friend. I love that dog more than most humans, and that’s saying a lot. She has moved with me from Springfield to 3 different houses I lived in with my parents in NWA, as well as 2 apartments and the 2 houses that Bryan and I have lived in. She’s a trooper for sure.
Her tricks include sit, lay down, shake, high five, high 10 (Yes, she knows the difference), attack, and stay. The “attack” command is hilarious because I taught her never to attack (really just jumping up and putting her two front feet on someone) me, so when Bryan is trying to be a jerk and tells her “attack!” she will turn around and jump on him. She also can balance a treat or a ball on her nose until I say “Ok get it!” Speaking of ball, this dog lives to chase a tennis ball. She’s not into wrestling, playing rope, or chew toys, but she will chase that tennis ball all day every day. She has literally passed out before because she won’t stop unless you make her. I would also include that she lives to please me, and I say this in the least self-cenetered way possible, but that dog will actually cry if she thinks I am disappointed in her.
I love this dog with my whole heart and I made sure Bryan knew from the beginning that we would be spending any amount of money it took to make her happy health-wise. And we totally have. In fact, because Bryan’s schedule is looser than mine, he ends up taking her to her appointments more than I do!
We got Phoebe a couple of weeks after we got married from my parents, who had 3 bichons at the time and asked us to bring it down to 2 for them. She came from a friend of a friend, and she was abused. It makes me sad to think about, but it became obvious after not very long of having her and her brother (Who my parents kept) that they were not fond of men or household objects that could be used to kick/hit them.
After about 6 months of taking the long route around the house to avoid Bryan, she is now his little princess and she believes in her heart that she is very deserving of this title. She has a ton of personality and is so prissy and bratty it’s ridiculous. When she goes to the groomer, she gets bows on her ears like little pigtails and she seriously acts like a different dog, prancing around the house and sitting on the furniture when she’s not supposed to.
So there you have it, the rest of the Fittin family as it stand currently. I know people say that once you have kids you kind of forget about the dogs, but I genuinely don’t see this happening with us. We treat them like children already, and our kids will most definitely grow up to be dog people.