He was the second Tiny, scruffy, with one bad eye, covered in ticks and fleas. The rest of the litter had been taken. I picked him up — and that was the end of the story. He was ours from that moment, and we his. Pablo was a Chihuahua, and if you know Chihuahuas, you know they don't think of themselves as small. Pablo certainly didn't. He would stand up to dogs twice his size without a flicker of hesitation. He was feisty, stubborn, and deeply, quietly loving in the way only
