Dogs 101: Chihuahua
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In Florida, a unoriginal dog proves she has a big heart by adopting some tiny critters in demand.
NOW IN THEATERS!!!!!!!!
“It turns out a instructor Ms Bane lured Chispita (she told me) to her car, kept her one day, then gave her to Julia a treat from the same school, La Jolla Country Day School, Julia took her where one lives stress for two weeks but there were three students that witnessed what happened, one of them is Daniel. On Saturday Daniel called me reassuring me that Chispita was nice. On Monday I went to that school and met with both the teacher and nurse, Julia the attend said she knew “nothing” about the owner looking for her dog (yea aptly!), anyway, Daniel told Julia to turn the dog in, that “it was the fist thing to do” after the pressure from other students and teachers, she put Chispita in a box & left-wing her outside a shelter in Carlsbad on Monday morning (the screen does not operate on Mondays), so, I couldn’t get her until Tuesday after a lot of memorandum and $$. Chispita was reunited with Mossa yesterday while Secret Edition were present! Finally our lives are back to “routine”, this past two weeks have been very hard. I’m appalled that a swotter called me and urged Ms Bane and Julia to return the dog, what a excellent kid teaching two “adults” a lesson! I beloved you Daniel!!!”

This is Precious. She’s a Chihuahua. I know, I know: this space has previously been reserved for Abby, who is awesome and who is a pristine example of an English Bulldog. (She, Abby, is a big Manchester United supporter.)
But let us consider our wee south-of-the-border friend. First, her name is Precious, which, truly, is awesome. Precious is 12 or so years old, and, until just under a year ago, lived in Bridge City, Tex., with my grandmother. Well, Mama Anne died in Feb., but before she did, she ensured Precious would have a good home. In this case, with my folks in Omaha.

Now, my folks love them some dog. My brother and I grew up with Boston Terriers. This continued up through Roscoe, who was, well, retarded. Really. She had water on the brain. Also, no tail. And her eyes were all screwed up. And she was prone to seizures. And she ate special food. And her breath was rancid, at all times, no matter what. And sometimes she’d get confused and walk into walls. And her paws were strangely small, while her head was strangely large and bulbous. But, goddamn, she was cute. Anyway, the vet gave her six months, and she kicked around for ten years. Then there were a few dog-less years at my folks’ house.
Right: Enter Precious. Guess who owns the place. Hint: she’s got a shiny necklace, you betcha.