I've spent most of my 61 years wanting one. There was a family that lived a few doors down when I was real young and I fell in love with them. Her name was Chiclet. Unfortunately my husband calls them rats that bark and my daughter considers then "not real dogs." My life now includes a Golden Retriever and daughter's two Pitbull mixes, all of which bark incessantly and could pull me out of my shoes.

We had three vicious little chihuahuas in our neighborhood. As a dog lovers they’re really near the bottom of my list.