The Smallest Race
Saturday, May 19th, 2007Years of delivering the Seattle Times taught me Chihuahuas were covered in teeth and claws. Sharp and mean, they had no redeeming qualities. I clung to this opinion without further consideration. That is, until my niece and nephew determined they needed one. Daily, in unison, they chanted: “Chihuahua! Chihuahua! Chihuahua!” An entire winter: “Chi-Wha-Wha!” I resisted, I really did. But my stubbornness was no match for their tenacity. Or this little guy…
Named Pixel, he is now three years old, more adorable than the thing that spawns Gremlins, and can run like the dickens. This morning he will enter the regional Chihuahua races. Behold:
If you can think of anything more absurd, go ahead and pipe up. Otherwise, head to PETCO. (Saturday, May 19, 10 a.m., 12040 NE 85th St, Kirkland, WA, ankle guards advised.)


