Last spring, I wrote a month of short snippets about the chihuahua I had when I was in my 20's. Many of the posts were about the time he went boating with us on vacation. I won't repeat the stories here, but I finally found the picture from our boat trip. If you want to read the snippets, click here.
This little guy was small enough to fit in a shirt pocket when we first got him. He was completely in love with Lucy, my 110 pound dog from yesterday's post. His whole body was smaller than her head. He used to lay under her chin and let her lick him from head to toe.
Everyone called him Ratdog although his name was Roscoe. He was kind of vicious and bit pretty much everyone I knew - luckily it just felt like a bee sting, and no one got too mad about it. We had to get rid of him after I had my first child. The baby made him nervous, and when he got nervous, he became more vicious. He sulked around the house and showed his little pointy teeth. I didn't trust him.
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