This is "Que,"
a Chinese Shih Tzu who adopted us on one moist morning. He was skinny and wet
when he showed up at our back gate. No telling how long he had been on the road.
We put ads in the paper and information at the pound and Humane Society. No one
came up with the right combination of, "Male, about five years old, well-mannered,
doesn't recognize authority of larger dogs." I tried to adopt him out, but
Margarita was busy falling in love with him.
Her frequent comment to
him was, "You're so CUTE!" I ran with it and called him "Que."
Naturally, that was his first name. I decided his surname was "Fah."
In the Chinese convention, which I learned in the throes of a pen-palship in the
seventh grade, his official name was "Fah Que." Read into it what you
When he came to us we had three other dogs. Pretty close to the
limit. He was a treat, and the last of the four to expire. We had him for about
twelve years. When he left us I thought that should be the last of it. No more
animals in my home. No more dependents. No more unwanted responsibility. It didn't
work. We missed a little presence in the house, and it became my duty to check
the adoptables in all the places around town, every morning.
at the Humane Society I saw our next dog stretching his neck to see who was coming
and going around his cage. And then there was E.T.
That's another story.
expect to add pages as the animal stories and photo scans accrue: