Sharon, the only time I got a smile out of seeing a tiny dog being carried by his owner, rather than allowed to walk like a normal dog, was one day when I was at the vet's and a HUGE guy in Hell's Angel garb came into the waiting room and riding in his black leather jacket's front pocket was a teeny weeny Chi. Here was a tough looking dude that you would expect would own a massive fighting breed dog and instead his pal couldn't have weighed more than 3 pounds! And it was a friendly Chi...guess he figured no one would dare mess with him when he had a 250+ pound Hell's Angel for his guardian.
Sharon, the only time I got a smile out of seeing a tiny dog being carried by his owner, rather than allowed to walk like a normal dog, was one day when I was at the vet's and a HUGE guy in Hell's Angel garb came into the waiting room and riding in his black leather jacket's front pocket was a teeny weeny Chi. Here was a tough looking dude that you would expect would own a massive fighting breed dog and instead his pal couldn't have weighed more than 3 pounds! And it was a friendly Chi...guess he figured no one would dare mess with him when he had a 250+ pound Hell's Angel for his guardian.
Trini
When I first had Piper and was taking him to this obedience place in the country with this trainer who was a bit of a nut but knew her stuff. I’d done the puppy class and this was the start of level 1 obedience. Piper would’ve been around 5 months old and he was small. Most of her classes were outside (summer) so we were all waiting for her last class to leave and they were all big dogs...Shepherds and Labs. I picked up Piper and was holding him when the trainer came walking by. She saw me holding him and said ‘Put your dog DOWN!!!’
I used to not like Chi's (from my work as a vet tech) but when I started volunteering at the shelter I changed my mind. Met quite a few really nice ones. There was one I loved, she looked like a mini Border Collie, black and white, with bright blue eyes. I called her my Mexican jumping bean because when she saw me it was BOING! BOING! straight up. She was a hoot. Even my hubby changed his mind when he met a few of my favorites.
That's how I used to view small dogs...often nasty little brats...until I got my first tiny Yorkie, Emmie, who was 15 years old with terminal medical issues and the shelter knew she wouldn't get adopted...so they called me asking if I would take her for whatever time she had left. She totally changed my attitude to small dogs and since Emmie I have always had at least one or two tiny ones and every one of them has been a joy.The first few words had me scared....
