Mole is a chihuahua mix. . . mixed with what, I have no idea. A few years ago I met a woman who was breeding Pomeranian/Chihuahua's and they all looked like mole. After meeting the woman and her dogs, I began to wonder if this was the woman who whelped mole 13 years ago. After all, he was surrendered to a shelter in the same city. . . and the bitch she brought in was the same age as mole and looked almost identical to him. I even brought him out to meet her on one occasion, but the woman was old, and had probably bred many litters over the years and didn't seem to recognize him. Mole didn't seem to recognize her or the dog either.
Mole's dedication to me has allowed me to live this crazy and adventurous dog-centered life. For many, many years, we were always hiking or camping or going to the beach. We took many long car rides and saw so many fun things. He was also so polite and nothing ever seemed to phase him, that I got many compliments on his behavior when we went out. And whenever I wanted to try something new, Mole was always right there beside me willing to try it too.
Now that he is getting older, our relationship has changed. While he still really wants to go, his body isn't always strong enough to take him there. So, instead of taking long hikes, we take short walks around the block. But he still owns that block! He may be small in size, but he sure makes up for it in attitude! He is still my best friend and my soul mate. He gives the best kisses ever, and I can't imagine my life without him.
