dogdaze

Even as a child I loved dogs. I had no fear of these tiny little creatures. They were so darned cute.

I swear my great-aunt Anita had about seven or eight Chihuahuas and they were very possessive of her. I could walk by and just look at one of them and they would charge at me and chase me throughout the house. These little dogs had big attitudes and were not afraid to show it.

There was one in particular, Droopy. He weighed all of three pounds but was a real terror on paws. I would touch him when he was asleep and start running because I knew he would be at my heels in seconds. I outran him many times. It was so much fun!

I guess it’s no surprise now that I own three Chihuahuas, all of whom think they own me! One of them really belongs to my 3-year-old son, Cody. I hope my son has his own fond memories of growing up with his “Tiny” Chihuahua, whose bark is much bigger than her bite.