I was driving home from a convention in Chattanooga.
Somewhere between Dixon, TN and the Buffalo River (Exit 140-something) ,I saw this little white shape heading towards the interstate.
I pulled over and crouched down, making various excited noises, trying desperately to get this tiny dog to come to me.
It worked. Skin and bones, she was, a little chihuahua.She was wet, and shaken, and with no civilization in sight, I put her in my passenger seat and brought her home.
Tommorrow, she goes to the vet, but today, my view on Chihuahuas is forever changed.