6 Pounds.
Zero
Regrets.
Meet Pixie. Hairless Chinese Crested. Professional ankle biter. Part-time squirrel hunter. Full-time household celebrity.
Hi. I'm Pixie. I'm six pounds, very busy, and frankly responsible for most of the interesting things that happen around here. I chase squirrels. I steal socks. I occasionally acquire toilet paper. I borrow my brother's bully stick. I meet everyone. And if you happen to be sitting there ignoring me, I have a highly effective ankle-based communication system.
— Pixie, Editor-in-Chief
Then: 2.7 lbs.
Now: ruler.
Pixie came into our family almost by accident — which is, frankly, how she prefers all her entrances. A family needed to rehome her. A friend happened to see the post, sent the picture, and that was that. If that friend had not sent me Pixie's photo, we would never have known she existed.
I don't remember the drive. I remember arriving, auditing the yard, meeting the elderly giant on the floor, and deciding — immediately — that all of this was mine.
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The world, according to her.
Opinions, demands, grumbles and verdicts. Filed regularly. Rarely revised.
On the weather
I was told we were “going for a walk.” Nobody consulted me on the sky. I have issued a grumble and returned to the blanket. Reschedule with the sun, please.
On being ignored
I appreciate your feedback. I have chosen not to incorporate it. You, however, may continue to admire me from a respectful distance.
On the bully stick
Yes, I already have one. Yes, his is also mine now. This is not a contradiction. This is policy. Six pounds is a measurement. It is not a limitation.
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Three ways to get acquainted with the most opinionated six pounds you'll ever meet.
Case files.
Documented adventures. The evidence is, frankly, overwhelming.
Tupak.
Nearly 16 years of experience. Infinite patience. Frequently robbed by a six-pound younger sister.
Nearly 16. Blind and deaf. Remarkably patient. Frequently robbed by a six-pound younger sister who has, naturally, upgraded his doorbell system.
Meet the Senior EditorReviews.
She reviews everything. Few things survive the process.
Freeze-dried chicken
PIXIE APPROVEDThe only currency I respect.
Slotho
PIXIE APPROVEDMy sloth. My confidant. He understands me. We have a bond. Don't ask where he went.
The cable-knit sweater
PIXIE APPROVEDEditorial. Effortless. Mine.
The lanai next to the pool
PIXIE APPROVEDNinja flooring (polyurea coating). Warm. Glossy. Mine. I sunbathe by the pool. Do not disturb.
Grandma
PIXIE APPROVEDBest chicken supplier. Suspicious, but tolerated.
Being carried downtown
PIXIE APPROVEDI am a handbag now. This is my destiny.
Latest entries.
How does this six-pound dog have a better website than you do?
She doesn't know. She doesn't care. She'd like a treat now, please. And your socks.
Work with her