Chiko is a Chiwawa, and a "red flag" type dog. He was the kind of dog that no one could get near, No one except for Miss Julie. The first time I met him he bit me, with the intent to take a finger, I got outa there lucky I suppose. He was evil!

Then Hurricane Irene hit us, and Miss Julie's house was flooded. And most people think of flooding as an inch or two of water and all the stuff in the house being swamped, but not this one, Miss Julie's house was two feet under water. I didn't get to see this when it was really deep, but I got the picture when I saw it two weeks later and there was still water half way up the windows. Luckily Miss Julie and her Husband, Who's crippled from the waist down and quickly loosing use of the rest of his body, and Chiko where not home, but with their friend and my neighbor. They lost everything.

Not to long after Miss Julie died, It may have been from her age, stress, or her lack of exercise, but there is something to be said about heartbreak here. Loosing everything couldn't have been easy on her. I've talked about this before, it's really tragic, and I feel so bad for everyone involved, no one should have to go threw this, but it does happen.

So, the monster dog. He would not let anyone near him, Ms Ronnie feeds him, but that's about it. He has been locked in a room his whole life now. The only difference is that the room at Ms Ronnie's is much smaller. She's old to, so Neither Miss Julie's Husband or her can take care of Chiko properly. So, that's where I come in. My Grandma is friends with the lot, and thus we've all spent lots of time together. I've always been good with animals, plus I have a need to help those who need it. >= Curse my goodwill it gets me into so much trouble. And Then I was volunteered to take care of Chiko. Not Full time, He still lives over there, and is feed, and such, but I walk him and come over and play with him and such.

The first time was hell, I had to lasso Chiko like a bull and drag him out side. I couldn't get near him so when I did bring him back I had to get him to run around his pen till the collar simply fell off. But, There is no such thing as a bad dog. I've been walking him for a while now, and he's warmed up to me. I can get the collar on like a normal dog and feed him treats without fear of loosing a finger. We even play with other people. He doesn't walk very far, he is a kinda old dog, especially considering the way he's been treated.

The Problem now is I'm worried about him having to be put down. Yesterday I walked him just fine, today I come back to walk him again, and there is a chunk missing out of the back of him. It had scabbed up already so it wasn't to fresh. But there are plenty of cases of dogs going insane and chewing themselves literally to death. If this is the case, he'd have to be put down, because the pain of chewing himself to death would be much worse. However Ms Ronnie has a cat, Kit Cat (don't even know where they got that one) And the cat can walk the rest of the house. And being a cat, can easily climb the dog's gate... and may have attacked Chiko. If the bald spot if from Kit Cat, then all is fine the two just need to be trained to get along (Which can be done easily).

Chiko is not a pretty dog. He's a Hairless Chiwawa that never had a hair cut, so there is just a bunch of thin white hair all over him, making him look like a mad dog, we where going to give him a bath when he was calm enough, and a hair cut, and make him look pretty... but now I'm scared more for his well being. Also Soap stings when it gets in a cut, imagine what it would do to a huge chunk of raw flesh. Imagine what poor Chiko would do when he feels that!

Yeah, I hated him. Now I love him. I hope he's not going mad and needs be put down. Although I could understand why if he was.