GOING TO THE DOGS

We were dog people. Always had one. Never two or more.

When I was in junior high, I started to get allergies. Somewhere, somebody told my mom that getting a chihuahua would help my allergies. It may have been my aunt who moved to AZ to help her son's asthma. I don't know, but Chiquita came into my life.

Now I haven't seen Bev Hills Chihuahua. I'll wait till it's shown on cable. But the dog in the poster looks like mine. The one at the forefront. Chiquita was so little.

"Sic 'em," was all she needed to attack. Sometimes just snaking the s sound would get her into that mode. But she would nip at your knees and ankles until you left me alone. As an eighth grader, you can imagine how many times I used her just to show off her ability and my great command leadership and training.

She was a pretty fun little gal and lasted until my college years, if I recall. After her, my parents went to poodles. Hey, they didn't have allergies.

As for me, I just went to allergan. And outside dogs.