Like the publisher of the Scottie News, the Jackson Clarion-Ledger‘s film critic also has some Chihuahua issues:
The Chihuahua has oversized pointed ears and a quivering-shivering disposition. Compared to say the Scottish terrier, a noble little diehard, the Mexican lap dog is, dare I say, a fussy-wussy woof.
Real dogs like Kate and Ali (our family Scotties) don’t dress up in haute couture ensembles with Italian leather booties. And you can forget about stuffing them into a purse.
So when hot-dogging lap pooches took center screen this past weekend in Beverly Hills Chihuahua, an opening that coincided with the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi (patron saint of animals and the ecology), I had to defend the honor of my girls and the image of other real dogs, such as Toto, Rin Tin Tin, Lassie, Old Yeller, Pongo and a hundred other Dalmatians and Willie Morris’s Skip.