Reason number 1,368.29 to not have a small dog.*

Today I was fortunate enough to take my subbing abilities to the next level. High School. Oh yes. I subbed for an AP English class. That in itself was horrifying (there's no effing way these kids are passing the test), but what will stick in my mind forever is the following.

One girl in the class happens to have a mother who is a vet and began talking about dogs, show dogs, etc. This led to everyone chiming in with this or that about their pets, blah blah blah. Everything is all benign until one young lady starts to tell a tale of her chihuahua and the laundry room. Apparently, the pup hopped in the front loading dryer. The girl put it on high for an hour and proceeded to make a phone call. She dismissed the loud thumping as shoes, until she realized she hadn't put any shoes in the dryer. What was in the dryer was a broken chihuahua. The whole class was stunned into silence. I will have nightmares tonight. And appreciate my rather largish dog Claire, even though she is the most neurotic dog out there. Those who have encountered her will not argue. It's a fact. But she's cute. In a dingo kind of way.

*No offense Tucker. You are of course the exception.