We got Whitey in 2001 from some folks we knew in Santa Maria who had to ‘get rid’ of him. They are Hispanic and thought the name was cute since he’s all white, and they are all brown. The name fits him, though some folks might think it’s a racially motivated name… but I never considered it so, and I don’t think the folks we got him from are racist types. He was scared of me when we first got him… he’d cling to Vickie, but run from me. It took six months before he sat on my lap on his own…. Chihuahuas can be that way.
After some time he became my buddy, and follows me around as I do some of my work. Once he sees me working, he’ll just sit in the shade of the trees and watch. I don’t often take him in the truck with me to town. But this day was an exception since it was cool and cloudy on the coast where I drop our boxes of cactus off.
Whitey goes to town
He especially loves to ride on my lap on the tractor…. I can’t do real work that way… but when all I’m doing is scraping the road, I can have him sit on my lap.. he enjoys it immensely.