As I’ll be moving out of state at some point this summer, I wanted to ensure my boyfriend had someone nearby to care for and love, someone to give him lots of sloppy kisses, and cuddle with him at night while I’m away. Not one for open relationships, I decided he needed a puppy.
I also decided the puppy would be the perfect birthday surprise for him, provided I could play it cool for a few weeks while working out the details. Despite a few close calls, I was able to keep the secret from him until the appointed day, when he came home from work and saw his 10-week-old bundle of furry joy. He instantly fell in love with Chica, a white and black Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix.
As I had hoped, he’s become a very attentive and doting father, though that’s made a bit easier when your baby is the cuddliest thing ever. It’s not all fun, though: he’s dutifully taken her for all of her (not inexpensive) puppy shots, cleaned up her accidents (which thankfully are becoming fewer and farther between), and taken it in stride when she chews through whatever’s nearby (lately, she seems to have developed a taste for headphone cords).
The look on his face when she lays quietly in his arms makes me melt inside, and hearing him talk about her latest escapades always brings a smile to my face. Chica may have been a birthday present for him, but I’m just as fulfilled knowing how happy my little surprise is making him.
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