Saturday, August 30, 2003

Annie and I were about halfway down the steps when I noticed a pair of walking legs at the sidewalk level through the landing barrier railing. Annie must have caught sight or sound because she started whining and running. Once we were at the sidewalk and out of the breezeway, I saw an adorable little Yorkie just to the left, looking at us, he was not leashed. Annie was excited and wanted to go to the other dog, but I had her on a short leash. Further down the walk was her owner, a very large black man (like a fit football player).

“Come on, Cody,” he called to the pooch.

“He’s so cute.” I said to him. “Annie, he’s just a little guy, be nice.”

At that point, Cody got brave and ran right up to Annie. They touched noses, then Annie made a move closer to Cody, which scared Cody to death - he took off running to his dad. Annie immediately lost interest and took off in the other direction for the nearest patch of grass.

He was super cute - short, spiky hair; perky ears. Adorable. And he was about a fifth the size of Annie…

Which leads to part two this morning, from last weekend. At one point, CootieGirl‘s dog (Cooper) was trying to lounge in my lap, but he’s a large dog although very slender for his size. He’s easily two and half feet high and about that long if not longer. So Mrs. Cootie was watching and asked, “How much does Annie weigh?” (It’s a long-standing joke that my dog is a tank. She’s pretty solid, but I don’t consider her to be fat. Much.)

“She’s about 35 pounds,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s what Cooper weighs.”

Annie is maybe a foot tall and about 18 inches long. She’s a tank.