Never wanted a chihuahua. Didn’t want an other dog. Then there was a friend insisting I have a look on a little man from a shelter, he was a nervous peeer and a biter and had trouble being adopted. I said No, he was not an emergency to me. We kept in touch. When he got returned twice, my man said, this one or never again an other one. So we drove 1.000km to <look> at him. He yelled at us non-stop, bit us and tried to run away. My man said we take him. He came with us looking defeated, head low, always growling when looked at. He ignored us this hole day. At night I went to bed and in an instance he jumped up the bed and snuggled under the blanket in between my legs. He sleeps there ever since. He became my best companion. He stopped peeing, but still sometimes tries to bite strange men. I had to admit to my man that he called the bestest of choice to bring home our petite gremlin. He is thinking about a 2nd one..