Our little friend, Quimby

Ferocious, isn't she?

With Simone and Kyndall out of town for the weekend, we're taking care of their precious little dog, Quimby.

As you can see, she's a little bigger than a teacup. But she holds her own just fine. Just ask Max, our late Great Dane-Lab mix, who clearly was out of his league when he tangled with this little creature, who must weigh 5 pounds at most.


Quimby is a Chihuahua-Pug mix, just a few months old, and already spayed. I don't believe I've ever used this word to describe a dog but ... she truly is "adorable." I never knew dogs of her breed could move so fast. Seeing her run laps in her spacious backyard is like watching a one-car NASCAR race. So funny.

At the moment, she's playing with Otto, our Jack Russell terrier, who appears to be three times her size and, by comparison, mellow. One moment Quimby is on her back, biting Otto on the neck and all over his mouth; in the next, she's up on all fours, attacking from the rear; then she's on her back again, kicking her back legs; then onto her tummy, tucked under Otto's left arm. The main thing is, she's always moving.

She goes by a few nicknames, including Quimbles, Quimbylina, Quimbylicious, Quimbledon, Quimbylotta. Well, maybe I'm the only one who calls her the latter.

In any case, she's a wonderful playmate for Otto and an always-welcome visitor. Weather-permitting, we'll take her and Otto to a dog park this afternoon to burn off some energy.