If you’ve been reading here for awhile, you know that we have a small rat fur-pest dog – a lil’ Chihuahua whose name is Zack, but who we lovingly refer to as “The Mexican.”

Like Braden, he survives in our household because he is very, very cute.

But his cuteness could not surpass the high level of vomiticousness that was his constant need to piss on everything we own.  Over and over again we tried to be patient and train him, to no avail.  When we moved again, we decided to try living Pee Free.

And the dog went outside.

Collective “Awwwww, poor little thing!”

Yeah, your life wasn’t Urine-Rageous.

And yet, as the cold weather came upon us recently, my cold, black coal of a heart softened and grew, much like The Grinch’s.

And The Mexican didn’t even have to sing an obnoxious song.

Oh wait!  YES HE DID.  He started howling and yipping outside constantly.

Another collective, “Awwwww!”

So the Furniture Pissing…

Poop Eating…

Paci-Chewing…

Jerk-Faced Dog has somehow made it back into our home full time.

So far, he’s doing well.  We’ll see how it goes.

Of course, Braden LOVES him and is delighted to have him inside.

And that’s what REALLY keeps him alive.

Otherwise, I’d have nuked him long ago.