Can we have a word about chihuahuas?
Say "hi" to Sophie from Chihuahua Rescue and Sanctuary
Rats on ropes: The above photo is evidence that I have gone round the bend. Completely and utterly. Look at that sweet weetle face. We can say it in unison: Awwwwwwwwwww.
I've gone totally mad for these animals. And I want one. Bad. I want a chihuahua that I can carry around in a felted bag as I squeeze heirloom tomatoes at the farmer's market. I want a chihuahua that will accompany me shopping and on walks in the park and to ladies luncheons. Honey, do you hear me? I WANT A CHIHUAHUA!
This started about a month ago, when we encountered a young lady and her little friend Quincy in a local shop. A bright-eyed smooth coat with outsized ears, Quincy sported a cunning red collar. I scooped her up and she nuzzled me under the chin. That did it. I was besotted.
How can you go an entire lifetime thinking that you're a "big" dog person, when underneath all that bravado a companion pet lady lurks?
Me: Honey, my birthday's coming up. All I want is a chihuahua.
Mitch: You're not getting a chihuahua.
Me (wheedling): You'd love it.
Mitch: We made a deal.
Me: That was 10 years ago.
Mitch (to one of the cats): Stanley, I'm your friend. I'm your advocate. She wants to bring a chihuahua into your world.
Me: He doesn't deserve it. But Sadie does.
Mitch: Enough with the chihuahuas!
Me: I'll stop. For now.
OK, ladies, how long do you think it will take to wear him down?
Daily rant: A big wet raspberry to Attorney General John Ashcroft for refusing to release the 2002 Justice Department memo that parses the definition of torture like accountants interpret tax code. This from a self-avowed Pentecostal Christian, who apparently in this case, did not ask himself, What would Jesus do?
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