My name is Lilly, and I’m a tenacious teacup Chihuahua and Italian greyhound mix. My mom, Lina Sampat, is a mortgage loan originator at Draper and Kramer Mortgage Corp., so she’s clearly a go-getter like yours truly.
In the almost eight human years I’ve been alive, I have had eight different owners, but only one of them has earned the title of mom! I’ll never forget the day I met her. It all happened seven years ago when she came to volunteer at the nursing home where I worked (I had applied to the local K9 police unit, but apparently weighing under 10 pounds is a problem for them). I was playing with a few of the nurses when mom came and picked me up, and she stared at me with the biggest, warmest smile. I loved everything about her in that moment, and hoped with all of my tiny heart that she would take me home. Well, I pretty much decided that I was going home with her whether she liked it or not. Fortunately, she loved me too, and now we are nearly inseparable.
Mom and I often go to the park, where I enjoy playing with kids, as we have that whole size thing in common. Being social wasn’t easy for me at first, as I never had one person take care of me for all that long. I have grown to enjoy the company of people quite quickly, but as for dogs, it’s complicated. I get along with most of them at the park, but I like to show the oversized beasts that I mean business. These big dogs think they’re so tough, so I tend to look down on them—unfortunately, not literally. My grandparents’ dog (my doggie uncle?) is a large Australian shepherd, and while he’s a dear friend, that shepherd is well aware that I run things in our family.
When I’m not out on walks or at the park, I’m at home snuggling like I’m being paid in treats for it (if I sell my cuteness hard enough, sometimes that actually works). I know I have my own bed to sleep in, but jumping into friends’ laps or on top of mom in her bed—well—it’s just so much cozier. She tells me I snore a lot, but she usually gets over it once I roll onto my back and beg for a belly scratch. Humans are suckers for giving me belly scratches.
All in all, I’m a pretty lucky pup. I may almost be 56 in doggie years and still deal with some anxiety issues, but my mommy provides me with the love and energy of a newborn pooch. I can’t imagine going back to the days when I couldn’t be cradled in her arms. It makes me think that being small isn’t all that bad…
Ooh! Big dog outside! I have to go bark! Talk to you later!