Our Little House Guest

Meet Lita, she's my oldest daughter's dog, but she's staying with us right now. I don't know how much she weighs but it can't be more than four pounds. She's just brought this rock into the house, and she won't let my dogs (I have three) touch it. This is her rock now, to go with the twigs, bark, and leaves that she keeps dragging in from outside.

A couple of years ago, my son and I were driving and I spotted a small critter running down the middle of the road, upon closer inspection I saw that it was a tiny (and I mean tiny) puppy. He got out to save the puppy from certain death, as it was headed towards the main highway, when it saw him it made a quick detour, tumbling into the gutter and trying in vain to scale the curb. He caught her. She fit in the palm of his hand. "Knock on that door, see if she belongs to them." My son knocked on the door of the closest house. Nobody answered. We drove back home.

My oldest daughter already had a chihuahua, Salsa, and she had been making noise about getting another. When we got a good look at the little puppy we could see that it was very young, probably too young to be taken away from her mama, and it was a girl. She was filthy and splattered with orange paint, and literally starving, you could make out her tiny vertebrae and ribs distictly. I called my daughter and asked her if she wanted the puppy, if she didn't I would have to take it to the animal shelter. We were living in the country at the time and our huge yard would have been a hazardous environment for such a tiny creature. My daughter said yes, she wanted the puppy.

We immediately took her into the vet. He said that she was not yet six weeks old. He cleaned her up, and gave us special food to feed her and instructions on how to feed her, as she was starving. My daughter drove out to pick her up and her husband named the puppy Lolita, Lita for short. Salsa and Lita are quite a team. Salsa is black, (see picture above), she's what they call a deer-head, and as you can see, Lita is brown and white and has an apple-head.

I won't go into why Lita is with us in this post, I'll tell you later. I intend to post the story about Oliver and Lita later. That, as they say, is another story.

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