A couple of years ago, we were visiting relatives and my then 12 year old daughter wanted to bring home a puppy. A chihuahua puppy. They were too young to leave their mother so I made a fatal mistake. I said "if you can find a free one, I'll let you have it". Two days later, driving down a country back road high way, she screeches "stop the car". Limping down the side of the road was Owen. Owen had been hit by a car several months before we found him. His back end is a bit crooked and his legs aren't so straight. His teeth were rotten and most have had to be removed but he's healthy and he's become a good pet. The title of this image is actually a name we developed for him. The kids love to try to say it really fast and he delights in it. The three pictures you see are of him drinking coffee, playing with a bone that belongs to my dalmatian, and him helping with the laundry (he likes to lay in the clothes). I've rambled enough. Hope you have enjoyed Owen the Great.