Gigi

Mr. Schaffer in Boyle had chihuahuas...and we got one! She was only half chihuahua, she was black and Sandra named her Sheba after a certain queen....(I am sure after seeing some Charleston Heston movie)...Sheba wasn't really good at having puppies, but she had one blonde puppy. Granny Vowell gave her a home, and named her Gigi after a character played by a certain long-legged dancer...(romance novels weren't the only place we got our names)...I don't know who Granny loved best...Gigi or James Kenneth, but it seemed to me she loved those two better than everybody else..well, maybe not better, but they were her babies, and babies have a special place in your heart. She told me about Gigi sleeping on James's chest when James napped on the couch, and you could tell she thought that was the cutest thing since...well, since babies.

So...one cold winter, Granny went north to see the New Orleans cousins who had moved to colder climes...somebody finish the story...

With my selective memory: The N.O. cousins were in Baltimore and it was very possibly New Year's eve and Gigi stayed in the country, across the great Quiver River. Well, Gigi hated fireworks - and if there were fireworks to be shot off - Gig would do just that - shoot off. I only remember looking a loooong time for her, can't remember actually finding her, but I guess someone did.
Manager1

yes...we went out at midnight, and we had fireworks and sparklers and probably roman candles...and Gigi got out and took off running...TOWARD THE CANAL....NOT THE CANAL! Why not the canal? Yogi? Camellia