Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Rare, solid black ... I
made the most amazing discovery about my long-haired Chihuahua last
week at “The Big One” flea market at the Ag-Center in Memphis, Tenn. We’ve
had Foxie for about three years or so now. She’d been running up and
down Hwy. 310 for a couple of weeks. One of our neighbors, on the other
end of our section of 310, had tried to catch her for a week or so –
maybe that’s why Foxie had traveled down to our end of the highway. It
was raining when we finally caught the little black dog. Actually, “we”
didn’t catch her. Our late, lamented boxer Girl Puppy chased her home
and she had hidden under daughter Dana’s front porch for several days.
There is only a tiny opening, so Dana finally put huge gloves and a
massive coat with the hood tied around her face on oldest granddaughter
Meredith and she crawled under the porch to get the non-stop barking
“creature.” As soon as Mere picked up the dog,
she immediately quit barking, etc. and turned into a totally
affectionate little thing – except with men. It took her a long time to
realize that “men” weren’t going to hurt her. We figured she’d been
abused and then maybe tossed out by a guy. We
took her to the vet after a few days of looking for an owner. She only
weighed four pounds and you could feel every bone in her body. You
couldn’t see bones, because she has beautiful, thick, fluffy, long,
black fur. A couple of shots and some vitamins from Dr. Smith and in a
week or two, she was gaining weight and confidence. She now rules the
house! We looked up breeds of dogs and after a
couple days’ research decided she was a long-haired Chihuahua. We’ve
stuck with that idea until last weekend. I was at cousin Kathy’s booth
talking (her booth is directly under the skylight and she has the
neatest stuff!) when a college student came by to look around. She was
holding Foxie’s identical twin! Of course, I
had to talk to her and she said that her dog was a registered
Pomeranian. I was floored. Her male dog didn’t look anything like the
pictures I’d seen of Poms. We talked about the differences between
solid black Poms and solid black Chihuahuas and she showed me some
differences between the two breeds. Foxie had all the Pom
characteristics. As soon as I got home, back
to the computer for more research. After watching several videos on
YouTube.com of Poms and Chihuahuas, I was stunned, amazed and
convinced. Instead of being a rare black long-haired, Chihuahua, Foxie
is an even rarer, solid black Pomeranian. What
are the chances you’re going to find an abandoned rare breed of
miniature dog trying to live in the wilds of rural Mississippi? Oh, and
in case you didn’t know, the third weekend flea market in Memphis is no
longer at the fairgrounds near the Liberty Bowl. I tried to pull into
that parking lot, which was jammed with folks going to see the Memphis
University football game (Tiger Lane looks like a really neat place to
tail-gate!). The puzzled parking attendants had no idea about any flea
market. Twenty-thirty years ago, my mother-in-law and I went to that
flea market every month. She loved them (so do I). Twenty-thirty years
ago, I couldn’t have Googled “The Big One” on my iPhone and discovered
that the flea market had moved out to the Ag-Center at Shelby Farms.
The sad thing is – I knew that. It was worth the drive to get to see
Kathy and make the amazing discovery that my solid-black, long-haired
Chihuahua is actually a solid-black Pomeranian. She seems like an
entirely different dog now! (Oh, yeah — 86
days to Christmas) |