tikistitch

So, whilst tiki was on vacation, did all the doggies in our area get hit with some mad scientist miniaturization ray?

tiki loves the little puppies, and we are pleased to encounter a goodly portion of our neighborhood's canine population on a daily basis, both when we waddle through the park each morning on our run, and on our frequent strolls to the grocery store to buy more Diet Pepsi for Mr. Tiki. We are accustomed, furthermore, to encountering dogs ranging in size from frisky Highland Terriers and mischievous Jack Russels, to suspicious Pitbulls, nervous Whippets, pretty blue-eyed Huskies, and slobbery Labs. That is, more or less, dog-sized.

But as of late, what's been at the end of the leash has been of a compact enough size to be potentially threatened by a full grown squirrel, not to mention crushed under a tennis ball if one were so bold as to attempt a game of fetch.

It's just that we're getting weary. When we encounter these Hobbit-scaled creatures, not only must we, as is our custom, point and squeal "Eeeee, cute doggie!" but must pitch our voice at least two octaves higher than is the norm, these doggies being not only cute but mini, and those are the rules. Our throat hurts. Too much cuteness.