Skinny scared chihuahua and a big dose of guilt
This morning Gomez and I were walking around the bayou when D, who just moved to the neighborhood was walking Frankie (a good looking Katrina rescue dog) and she told us that there was a Katrina dog in the cemetery – a chihuahua – I looked at Gomez and said, uh uh, no way, I’m not rescuing a chihuahua. So D said in parting – you have to really love dogs to rescue a chihuahua…sigh….…