Teeny Tiny

Seven years ago, Mom almost passed me up at the pet rescue event where I was waiting. She said, “She’s too tiny.”

Her old dog, Smoki, was a German Shepherd mix,

and before Smoki there was Sandy, a Golden Retriever mix.

She didn’t know what to do with such a teeny tiny dog like me. When I finally willed her to choose me, she thought I’d need a set of doggie stairs to get on the bed. That was before she saw that I could fly. I’m small, but mighty.

Since then, Mom has faced down my teeny tiny feet,

my teeny tiny belly,

and my teeny tiny brain.

Mom will be facing down another teeny tiny dilemma, soon. She’s invited to read to a couple of classes at a local school for Dr. Seuss‘s birthday – Read Across America Day.

I can’t read, but I’ll celebrate my own way.

The dilemma is that the children she’ll be reading to are teeny tiny pre-k kids. They’re small, but mighty.

Mom’s print book, Keep Your Ear on the Ball is way over their heads – more for 2nd-4th graders.

Her e-book, What If I Don’t? is slightly over their heads – more for kindergarten-2nd graders.

So she headed off to the bookstore. She sat in the cafe and read and read and read.

When her chai latte was finished, she went back to the shelves and read some more.

She’s very happy with her choices: Duck, Duck, Dinosaur for the teeniest of the teeny tiny kids

and My Dog’s a Chicken for the less teeny of the teeny tiny kids.

She giggled when she read them and said, “These are short and sweet.” and “This will be super fun.” and “Why are you hiding under the bed?”