I recently got an e-mail from a friend, not a close friend, mind you, more a friend-of-a-friend I'd say, but someone I've known for many years nevertheless. She wrote because she hadn't heard from me in a while, wondered how I was doing, and was excited to show off pictures of her new puppy. "Misty" was a long-haired chihuahu, and cute as could be (what puppies aren't though, right?). She went on to brag about how this little lady had descended from champion bloodlines, how momma dog had ribbons for this and that, as well as daddy chihuahu, who also came from a long line of pedigrees. She then joked to me that with such high-brow lineage, she hoped that Misty wouldn't "grow up to be a snob." Meanwhile, I felt sad and disappointed. First of all, I'm always baffled as to why people are so taken, so bowled over and completely enamored with pedigrees, papers and bloodlines. I mean, is that going to make you love that animal any more - or God forbid - any less, because of their lack of "good breeding?" And while this type of pretentious nonsense drives me crazy, in her case, I get it.