Animal Abuse = Bad. So we have a new puppy.

As if they needed another dog. Yes, my parents got a new bundle of joy to add to their canine menagerie yesterday. It partially fulfills my mother's desire to have a new chihuahua a year after our 17-year-old long hair, Figaro, died. It also fulfills my family's desire to help all of the dogs on earth, even if we don't have room for them all.

So this puppy mill got busted in Tucson a few weeks ago. I didn't hear about it until my dad said they were going to go get a puppy. But when my parents went to the pound to pick one up, they came home empty-handed. My mom said there were hundreds of people there, with a line out the door, all waiting to get a puppy. My dad said when they got in, they were told it was just large breeds left, and of course everyone wanted the toy pups. My parents can't have another big dog (not with two big boxers and a German shepherd-akita mix already ruling the roost), so they went home without adopting.

Then, last Friday, my dad said something about having a 10-day old Chihuahua puppy lined up for my mom, a female, who had been born sometime around the bust and wasn't available for adoption yet. I had to swear secrecy.

Then, my mom asked me on the phone if my dad had said anything to me about a puppy. I played dumb and found out he'd told her, and she wasn't sure if he was pulling her chain, or both of our chains or what (he jokes around a lot).

And yesterday, my dad brought home a puppy. It wasn't the wee one they were signed up to get. Instead, it's a six-month-old male, short hair. He gets really stressed out because Sophie is a big brute and smacks him around (yay, a new toy), and Leo tried to bite his head off when they first met (two males can be problematic--that's why they wanted another female). He also has never been outside before.

What I have heard about the conditions is that the dogs were stuffed into cages and the cages were stacked on top of each other in RVs. The proprietors would pour dog food into the top cages, and if anything fell down to the lower cages then those dogs got to eat. There was also no newspaper or bottom to the cages, so the dogs were going to the bathroom on the ones below them. They never saw the light of day, never went outside.

And now, I guess many of the people who adopted the dogs that first day are taking them back to the pound because they don't "act like normal dogs." Well, duh. They've been abused. I think that's so terrible, and people are so stupid and impatient when it comes to pets. But another thing I've heard is that people are buying up bunches of the dogs, basically repeating the cycle of hoarding them, and trying to sell them on eBay for big prices. Isn't that just the most horrible and absurd thing you've ever heard? I can't believe anyone would treat a poor, abused animal like that (not that I can believe how anyone could abuse an animal, in the first place).

My parents' puppy is 2.5 pounds. He's a miniature chihuahua, and he's still about a half-pound underweight. They haven't neutered him yet because he's still too malnourished to go under the knife. The vet who cared for him before she gave him to my dad said she was able to put 1.5 pounds on him herself. My mom says he gets really stressed when they go outside, because it's bright and there are new sounds. They're not sure how it's going to work with an enormous puppy swatting at him and two old, cranky dogs snapping at him, but we're really hoping the puppy works out because he's already been moved from an abusive kennel to the pound to the vet to my parents, and that's a lot of stress for a tiny, bewildered creature.

My parents haven't named him yet, just in case they think it's not going to work, but my mom wants to give him a "big" name, like Thor or Brutus or something. She says my dad, on the other hand, is thinking more in terms of his Italianate roots and wants to name the puppy Giuseppe, Guido or Salvatore or something silly like that.

We'll see how it goes. When I see him, I'll post a picture. He sounds cute (blonde, with a white ring around his neck, and teensy).