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It's official - we got the papers!

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On June 5th we signed the contracts and paid Kiki. It's official know. We own two dogs, one still here with us and one 150km away. 
With the papers we also got her pedigree passport type of thing. We don't really care about her relatives and what they won or that one of them was at Crufts, but it is nice to see who she is related too, especially because we know nothing about big sister, not even her real birthday. 

Her parents are from the Czech Republic. (Mum lives in Germany, Dad in the Czech Republic.) Her grandparents on her mothers side are also from the Czech Republic and from Denmark. On her fathers side we have both grandparents from the Czech Republic. The great-grandparents are very interesting. There are of course eight of them and three of those eight are from the US, one from Japan, one from the UK, one from Sweden and again two from the Czech Republic. 

 The US kennels are "Dartan", "Rafina", "Halo's" and the one from the UK is named "Bramerita". 

Currently she weighs 2,2kg (4lb 13oz) and we thing that she'll end up at around 2,5kg (5lbs 8oz). Which makes her a smaller dog in our breeders standards. Her dogs are always around 3kg (6lb 9oz). The German dog federation wants a Chihuahua to be between 2-3kg. 

I also made an album for pictures of her when I don't have enough to write about but a picture to show. 

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