CAN YOU SAY CHIWEENIE?
Behind every good city dog is a man on a leash. L E, Raconteur & Sportsphile
Guten Tag und Willkommen….
Hola y Bienvenidos….
Howdy Partner & Welcome…
I speak three languages sufficiently….German, thanks Dad….Spanish, thanks Mom….and Texan, thanks Bone Daddy. My name is L.E…the letters only thank you…not the girl’s name, Ellie. The letters stand for….so I’ve been told on many occasions….Lotta Ears….Large Ears….Long Ears…Lolypolooza Ears…get the picture…and if not….just look at my pictures….cuz even most of you HUMANS can understand the reason for the name. Any way you cut the pie…even after 115 years on this Earth….I still get reminded of why my name is just the letters. Hey, could that be the original seed of why many HUMANS call me La Diabla? That being said, my mother Angela was a beautiful Chihuahua from Zihuatenajo, Mexico…..my father (Hans) was a handsome Daschund from Helmstadt, Germany and the person to have the most influence in my life….Bone Daddy was a Texan from out West in Midland. I guess you understand the tri-lingual greeting now.
For the first three years of my life I thought I was a DachHuaHua (pronounced Doc Wa Wa) because that’s what my HUMANS said I was when others would ask what kind of dog that I was. They’d say that I was a little DachHuaHua. Say what? However, I actually learned the real truth of what breed of dog that I am on a hot mid-August afternoon in Texas….you know…one of those days when male dogs should definitely never sit down on the concrete sidewalk at 5pm….”Talk about fried eggs!”.
On this day of personal revelation regarding what kind of dog that I really was, my HUMANS and I were in the line at a bank drive-thru. I was leaning out the front seat passenger window of the car…cuz dogs love to have their ears blowing in the wind (that started long before it came out of Bob Dylan’s mouth). Since I have an extra special set of ears….mine blow so well in the wind while sticking my head out the window that I often think that I could take flight….just like in Rocky and Bullwinkle. I think that if I just leaped out the window I could soar. Anyway, while we were waiting in the bank drive-thru window line that was when a HUMAN in a pickup truck yelled out….”Hey you”….which got not just my attention, but also everyone’s attention in our car…well, what to my surprise did I see when I turned to look?….it was what appeared at first sight to be part of my family. That’s right, it was a pickup truck loaded with maybe a dozen Mexican people and two Chihuahua dogs. They were probably my cousins and since they were on my Momma’s side…I’d bet that everybody in that truck was family….cuz we Mexicans have big families…..and we get around…..if you know what I mean. So this Mexican yells out again from two isles over while pointing at me shouting out ”Is that a Chiweenie? Well folks, that’s when I learned what I really was….and it turns out that I wasn’t a DocWaWa after all…..I was a ChiWeeNie….and that’s what I continue to be to this day….go figure.
Before you get to thinking that L E’s Stories section of the museum is about my life as a Chiweenie, let me assure you it is not. This section of the webpage will showcase my literary endeavors. I will be telling my favorite Bone Daddy stories….with many being from his youth which forged a lifetime love of sports including many of the people and places that influenced him throughout his youth growing up in West Texas. Plus, I will tell many of my favorite stories regarding athletes and events who stood out and made an impression on this lil ole Chiweenie Sportsphile.
When BD left me with his final request to share his entire souvenir and memorabilia collection along with his extensive video library with the world by being his “show dog” for this project….at first I hesitated profusely. I just wasn’t at all sure about letting my pretty face be posted in cyberspace for every DOG out there to see. I can’t even imagine the things my face might cause “dogs like that” to do. But when given the responsibility of honoring BD’s last request coupled with the fact that I have also inherited everything that was in Bone Daddy’s whole collection, throw in the fact that I am a Sportsphile too and that was when I decided this would be a professional enough gig to warrant the possible risks associated with the worldwide exposure that I hope this site achieves one day in the not to distant future as my site matures. You see, a Chiweenie can’t be too careful during these times of high speed information and access to personal information never so easily available….you know what I mean?!
If you actually read my stories….I think you will soon find that my writing style is every bit as palatable as any other writer’s…with the only difference being that these stories are all written in my very own Chiweenie’s style. That’s just the way this little ole pee brain rolls or writes as this case may be. Anyway, what will become glaringly obvious to my readers is that I am a self anointed renowned raconteur who has some really wonderful stories to tell of “a man who by choice is just a rumor in his own time….but oh what a rumor is my Bone Daddy”
DOG ASIDE:
Regardless of how I write or what I have to say….if you love sports….I’m pretty darn sure that you will enjoy reading my stories. Within the margins of each story sharing space with corresponding pictures and video clips lies memories of wonderful times gone by and lessons of wisdom of value to all who read. It is my hope that each story sparks a fond memory for each and every viewer of times gone by dealing with people that mattered and memorable achievements in sporting events that you attended or participated within. So, I hope you enjoy the pictures and page included herewith….not just today….but far into the future…..cuz I’ve got tons of content with just as many stories to tell as there are pieces of content. Also, don’t expect any more than this little ole Long Eared dog can deliver….cuz there’s no delivery quite like mine. I hope all ya’ll enjoy your magic carpet ride through the pages of history exhibited here today and all those many tomorrows to come.
