Okay, I have a confession to make. I know that I pick on French poodles a lot, because the only things French I like are fries, toast, and kisses. Not necessarily in that order. But the truth is, poodles are not my least favorite dogs. There are a couple of poodles I can even tolerate, and don’t tell anybody, but I’ve been known to pat Odie of Geeks on Tour fame when nobody’s looking. (Forget it, Hillbilly, I’m not petting those damn dogs of yours, and I’m not their uncle!)
No, my least favorite dogs are Chihuahuas. I only pick on poodles instead because I can’t spell Chihuahua. It’s as bad as trying to spell Albuquerque. At least poodle rhymes with noodle, and I like noodles! But what the hell does Chihuahua rhyme with?
Yeah, I know the Taco Bell Chihuahua from those old television commercials was cool, but he retired and moved back to Guadalajara (hey, I spelled that one right the first time!). I don’t think I can say the same thing about people from Mexico that I do the French, because that would not be politically correct and you all know how important being PC is to me.
Anyway, the reason for this long discourse isn’t only because I don’t have anything else to write about, but also because I am going somewhere with all of this.
Apparently everybody who saw the movie Beverly Hills Chihuahua a while back decided that they needed to rush out and buy at least one of these oversize rats, and now there are many more Chihuahuas than there are homes for them. So there are a lot of very caring animal lovers who are involved in Chihuahua rescue. While I applaud their efforts, I’ve made somebody angry because I don’t care to participate.
When I wrote in the blog a while back that we plan to take Interstate 20 across Texas, she contacted me to ask a favor. It seems that she is very involved in the rescue program and she needs to get six Chihuahuas to Texas and asked if we would take them to Abilene, where their new owner(s) would meet us to pick them up. When I declined, it irked her. She can’t seem to understand what the problem is, all we’ve got to do is pull off the highway and meet the person(s) picking the dogs up. And they will be in cages.
I’m sorry, even if I liked Chihuahuas, taking six dogs across the country isn’t my idea of fun. It’s not just driving, it’s also walking them, feeding them, watering them, and taking care of them. We don’t want all of that responsibility and hassle, even if that does make us seem selfish. Besides which, we’re not going directly across country, we plan to stop and see my son in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and also to stop in Vicksburg along the way. And did I mention that I don’t like Chihuahuas?
Why doesn’t anybody ever ask me to haul six strippers across the country?
Thought For The Day – Don’t handicap your children by making their lives easy. – Robert A. Heinlein