Monday, July 23, 2007
It's Alright to be a Little Bitty
Have a little love on a little honeymoon
You got a little dish and you got a little spoon
A little bitty house and a little bitty yard
Little bitty dog and a little bitty car
-Tom T. Hall, Sung by Alan Jackson
I get so tired of defending the dignity of little dogs. Why do people, especially men, always makes jokes about big dogs eating small dogs and speak of little dogs as if they have the same quality of life and personality as the fake fur on your grandma's church coat from 1964? Why do they make jokes about shining their shoes with them? Why call them footballs? And even my beloved pseudo-BFF Dave Barry, who I met in March 2006, has often referred to his "main dog Ernest" and his little "emergency auxiliary backup dog, Zippy." But he can joke like that because he's Dave, and everyone else is not. But I digress.
I'm here to echo Alan Jackson in spirit (not in song), to defend the Little Bitties. I'm here to say it's alright to be one. In fact, it's more than alright; it's glorious! Because not only are they are irresistibly cute, they are also mighty. Yes, I said "mighty. "
For example, every once in a while, a "little bitty" makes national news for either
A) Surviving 30 days on half-eaten Jolly Ranchers and Goldfish crumbs after being misplaced under couch cushions.
B) Saving an entire city block from meteorite destruction without even expecting a treat
I'm pleased to inform you of a story that fits the "B" category:
Today on MSN news, I read about "Zoey," a name near and dear to my heart, a 5 lb. Chihuahua who saved his owner's one year-old grandson, Booker, from a rattle snake attack.
I'm not joking. RATTLE SNAKE ATTACK.
Apparently, little Zoey heroically threw herself between the boy and the snake and took the bites instead. In her little picture above, you can see a little slash on her little forehead where one wound is. The story reports that it looked like Zoey would not survive, but now she is, and I quote, "prancing about."
Cue the Alan Jackson music. Zoey has proven it's alright to be a little bitty, to be strong enough to save lives and yet be adorable enough to pluckily prance around when it's all over.
Here's the story with a brief video that you've got to see (after the short ad you have to sit through first, of course), although in the video, Zoey doesn't seem to feel much like prancing, but I assume she's tripping on painkilling drugs. Chihuahua saves 1 Year-Old
My "Little Bitty" Zoe: