Chihuahua Races in Sparks
As a newcomer to this odd spectacle (if any Chihuahuas are reading this, please don't take any offense, I am referring to your owners) I had no idea what to expect. The images that haunted my thoughts leading up to the event were of a bunch of ear-piercingly yappy, shivering canines swarming around the floor like a Mormon cricket migration, while their owners try in vain to quell the squabbles breaking out among the oft-aggressive little beasts.
I could not have been more wrong. The dogs were exceptionally well behaved—contrary to their less-than-flattering reputation. The only high-pitched yelps and squeals came from the over-excited owners as they cheered their puny pets to the finish line. And as hard as it is to admit (I'm partial to larger dogs myself) they were actually quite cute.
Although I couldn't stay to watch the exciting conclusion of the races, I managed to stay long enough to see why this event has survived for nearly a decade and will no doubt continue for at least as long. Next year, I'll have to remember to bring some earplugs