Monday, May 23, 2011
I Got A Dog!
Cutest thing you've ever seen. Fits in my cargo pocket. I am a pushover for the tiniest of breeds who can be trained to a litter box, requires no long walks/runs outside, and hates the snow and cold as much as I do. Ethyl is a Chihuahua, a breed named for the state in Mexico where the earliest specimens were found and, according to some, derived from a Fennec Fox crossed with a terrier-type hound from Asia. Ethyl was named for the high octane fuel of my youth; she's got zip.
Ethyl will try to be pushy, but being just six pounds, shouldn't be much trouble to toss aside in the studio. However, I'll have to watched out for nips. She's as smart as a lab, but a lot feistier. She's from a line of aristocratic dogs, snobby, clanish and totally devoted to her owner, whose responsibility it is to keep her away from large birds of prey, coyotes and Labs, G Shepherds, Pinschers and all other formidable breeds. Ethyl is a scraper who only likes her own kind and would start something she couldn't win; so, no runs in the woods for her, no walks in the park. The only danger she faces is when she knocks me off my feet and my rump falls on hers. Lucky for her, the forever pocito pup is streak lightning.
In spite of the dangers of being tiny in a big world, little dogs live longer than big dogs. My lab lived for eleven years--got cancer of the muzzle, was unoperable and when the blood flowed non stop, he had to be put to sleep. Saddest day ever. Ethyl promises to see this old broad get a lot older. Chihuahuas have nice long lives, about sixteen year. And Ethyl and I will be looking forward to enjoying every minute as soon I snatch the little princess from her fiercely protective owner. Don't let the dogs out Helene.