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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Big, Scary Chihuahua
Yesterday as Pork Chop and I did our daily reconaissance of the neighborhood, I spied the mailman coming our way. I shortened the leash so that Pork Chop wouldn't be able to reach him. Not good enough. He stopped several houses away from us and stood watching our approach. So, I called to him, "Would you feel better if I picked her up?" He was relieved, "Ma'am, that little dawg, this whole street HER territory and I gonna let her have it."
One day last week as we were coming in the home stretch, a young lady came up from behind us. I had not heard her and so was not prepared for Pork Chop's furious rush. With a growly snarly roar of small dog noise, she charged at the girl's ankles. I quickly picked Pork Chop up and smacked her, but that little dog was still cussing under her breath all the way back into the house, "I almost had'er, I coulda took her out, I coulda been a contendah."
The other day we saw a man working in his yard a few houses from mine and across the street. This is a neighbor whom I had not as yet met. He called out in a friendly way and began to cross the street, a smile on his face, "Well, neighbuh! I ain' mechoo yet." About then Pork Chop decided he was close enough and started yelling at him. He kind of jumped back, took a good look at her, and returned to his side of the street from which safe haven he called, "I gonna lechoo have all that side-uh-the street. No way I gonna mess me wif no chihuahua. No way. That one ver' big little chihuahua." So true, so true.
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