Unlike my dad who loved large dogs, my mom never wanted animals in the house. From what her sisters say, she was the kind of girl who was too busy studying, preening, and going out on dates to take care of pets. That's why I find this picture of her with a Pekinese puppy so endearing. It shows that long ago she gave furballs a try.
My mom told me that a boyfriend of hers in college gave her a dog. This Pekinese must have been it. She appreciated the sentiment but was slightly horrified. It pooped and cried. She kept it for a few days and then pawned it off on her sisters. Poor puppy. The dog eventually went back to the boyfriend.