andy and i were foster parents to our friend piaf’s impossibly cute chihuahua for the weekend. while i do tend to sneer at dogs that are so small my cat could make hamburger out of them, it’s true that lola is pretty irresistible. and smart, too, i suspect because piaf leaves the radio set to NPR when she’s gone to keep lola company. andy found she was a chick magnet of the first order, but as soon as he told the googly-eyed girls in the park that the dog’s name was Lolita, the conversation was over in a big hurry. hey, we didn’t name her. zeke gave me a dirty look whenever i’d come back from walking lolita all weekend. “you stink like dog” his glare seemed to say.