Here he is soon after we brought him home. It was still cold, so we bought him this new shirt. He didn't realize I was taking a picture, so this one turned out good.

And on a walk in the spring. I thought I would get a nice picture of him on this particular day, but no he was having none of it. I had to grab his head and take the picture. Notice he refuses to open his eyes...like I said, the camera is "of the devil".

Here we are in this pic, trying to teach him the art of staying, when he is told to stay. LOL While he does look like a frozen statue here...he actually did pretty well!

  How best describe Chachis personality?...It would best be described as the "Barney Fife" type. He is very brave as long as he is.... in my arms, behind my leg, in the fence barking at a dog across the fence, in the house barking at a dog across the road, but when actually confronted by anything...his strategy is to RUUUUUN!!

Here is a prime example of Chachi, aka Barney Fife.
We have a fenced in back yard and Chach is always barking at the neighbors dog Brownie. Every time he sees Brownie, he will run to the door, and bark, so I let him out and he runs across the yard to the fence like a hyena, gets in his bulldog barking stance, which is a sight to behold... and barks like he is gonna tear Brownie up. Brownie usually looks at him, and then saunters off, like he is the dumbest thing she has ever seen.

Well one day, we were out back and I saw Brownie in the front yard. I thought I would go around and see her and introduce Chach to her. She is a super friendly dog and will give you doggy kisses upon greeting. So I go around front with Chach following, but he was meandering along the way, and didn't really see her. Brownie comes over and lets me pet her and she is doing the whole wiggle butt thing...then she sees Chach and Chach sees her. Chach has got that whole deer in the headlights look going on. You can tell Brownie is happy to see him, but....when she starts walking toward him, he has this panic stricken look on his face, he then tucks his tail between his legs and starts running like the hounds of hell are after him, simultaneously making squealing sounds like I have NEVER heard come out of his mouth before. At first I thought maybe she had reached him, and was tearing his leg off. But no....she had stopped, and he was racing toward the backyard fence, squealing like a girly man the whole way. He reached the gate, which was closed at the time, and managed to squeeze himself in between the two inch gap, and on through the fence to save himself from vicious, wiggle butt Brownie. I laughed till I cried...