Why some people want dogs is beyond me.

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had me laughing at my memories of my Bro-in-law Tony's girlfriend's Pomeranian. Tony already had Otter, a typical over-friendly Black Lab when Cheryl moved in with "Kinna", a fairly nice and well behaved Pomeranian. The thing was, Kinna, which Cheryl told me meant "beauty" or "peace" or something like that in Hawaiian, was about as fragile as a dog could get. I've always said "Kinna" was Hawaiian for "animal that should be tossed into the volcano before the gene pool is diluted." When Otter and Kinna stood side by side you could see what Charles Darwin was thinking. Otter loves to fetch as most Labs do. He'd bring back balls, sticks, sizeable branches and when taken down to the shores of Lake Washington (Tony lives in Seattle) he'd fetch rocks. Yes, rocks. I'm not talking golfball sized rocks, I mean rocks the size of your head. No the rocks in Seattle don't float, they sink just like the ones we have here. But Otter would dive down and find a rock if not the rock you'd just tossed into the water. Otter never tires either. One time Tony was flinging a sizable stick into the water for Otter. It was long enough it just cleared the ground when Tony whipped it one-handed out into the water. After a dozen or so throws, you must know how Labs are when playing fetch, Tony's arm was getting tired. On what would be the last throw, Tony felt a slight "catch" just before he released the branch out into the water. He looked down and saw Kinna resting peacefully right next to his foot. Resting isn't accurate, not only was she out cold, Kinna wasn't really breathing. In a typical panic all single guys go through when they realize they've just killed their live-in girlfriend's wisp of a dog, Tony dropped to his knees and tried to revive Kinna. Like a drunken sailor after a 30 day shore leave Kinna's eyes opened and she tried to stand up. Tony scooped her up and carried her back to his large Chevy Z-71 4x4 truck (that's foreshadowing for the truck). Kinna recovered and Cheryl was never told, at least not by any humans.

The other example of Kinna's fragility happened in front of Cheryl. Cheryl, Kinna, Tony and Otter had just returned home from an errand and everyone climbed out of the 4x4 with slightly oversized tires. Otter bounded out as all Labs do when exiting a vehicle but Kinna had hesitation. Normally Cheryl carried Kinna everywhere like you see "Hollywood stars" do when whoring their latest "artistic project." That day Cheryl had her hands full of items from the errand so Kinna was on her own getting out of the truck. So she jumped down. Tony saw her size up the distance and push off from the floor down to the ground. They both heard the "snap" her little front leg made when it buckled under her "mass" as she hit the ground. The rest of that Saturday was spent at the Vet's getting x-rays and a cast.

But I'm sure P-Lip will pick a hearty Pomeranian capable of surviving in a Dream Killer's home.