My name is Chico

My relationship with this canine started in 1997 when I went over to a friend`s house & chose him from a litter of puppies. Why did I pick him ? He was the only one who had the social grace to come over & give me a lick. Once when I went plant hunting in a jungle, Chico came along. Bear in mind, he`s only about a foot long & not a very agile dog. Anyways, I had to swim across a small lake & climb a tree in the middle of it to go after a plant I wanted. Chico waited by the side of the lake. When I reached the tree, in my wet state, I slipped & fell backwards into the lake. There was a big splash. I managed to climb back onto the tree & then I heard another small splash coming from the side of the lake. It was Chico to the rescue !!! My little dog which has never even been to a swimming lesson before in his then 2 years of living was actually trying his best to rescue me. I could see him doing his little dog paddle strokes across the lake. As he wasn`t used to being in the water, he sunk a couple of times before reaching me. I grabbed hold of him & the rescue operation was in reverse now. Haha. I`ll never forget what he tried to do that day. He`s a ripe old age of 8 dog years now. Eyesight is fading & his ears have an internal problem which can`t be operated on as he is considered too old. Whatever it is, I know I`ll cherish him for as long as I am allowed to.