Terror of Tiny Town

A significant proportion of the Lubbock dog population consists of teeny tiny dogs. Chihuahuas dominate the teeny-tiny-dog social scene, and they rule my neighbourhood with an iron paw. My favourite is a black and white one who I call Napoleon. He patrols the block every morning, strutting down the street with a megalomaniacal confidence. Indeed, many of them roam free, and Mollie and I are frequently accosted when we run afoul of their local bylaws. Mollie's response is to look at them with a measure of disdain, as if to say "You call yourself a dog?" I try to befriend them, which is sometimes effective, sometimes not.

These tiny terrors are difficult to photograph because of their speed and lack of mass, and the one-second delay on my digital camera gives them ample opportunity for escape. I was able to capture this tough guy by peeking through his fence.

I was also amused by this found dog poster - the painted toenails in particular. Actually, this dog looks a lot like Napoleon, which may offer a clue as to her origins.