Pepe.

Meet Pepe. Sweet little Pepesito spent last week at my pad whilst the Doogla was sunning in Mexico. As you can imagine being so small and relatively hairless does not agreee with our Minnesota winters. Pepe spends most of the late fall through early summer perched next to a heat vent, under the covers or basking in the radiant warmth of the sun.

He is not your best friend on first meeting. In fact it can take 2 or 3 visits before he will even tolerate your presence with out some barking and snapping. When you do make it to his inner- circle you will be rewarded with sweet sweet nose lickings and gentle coos of contentment while he sleeps inside your jacket.

I am in fact Pepe's Godfather. I was there when Dougie picked him from the litter of chihua/rat terrier mix puppies. You could tell right away that Pepe was special. He didn't run with the pack but stood unafraid and proud.

Pepe is 8 or 9 this year and is showing some grey but has not slowed down much. If you are ever travelling down East 8th St and hear the incessant barking of a small dog, thats Pepe. Say hi.