Not to sound like Andy Rooney, but what's the deal with all the chihuahua love?
Emma, Mike's sister, wants a chihuahua. Something she can carry around in her purse. (Like Paris Hilton? Or Britney Spears? Or Elle Woods? And Emma seems fundamentally sane, too.) To her credit, she's checked the animal shelter, albeit without luck. Meanwhile, the craigslist here in LV has been bombarded with requests for chihuahuas. What's the deal?
My grandparents have an "apple-headed" (or something) black chihuahua named Penny; she is the only nice chihuahua I've ever met, precisely because she appears to have fur and relatively normally proportioned ears, and she never sits around shaking. Yes, she's exciteable, but in an affectionate, non-yippy way. Mostly. But she's the exception.
We know God loves a terrier, but doesn't anyone love the cockapoos anymore?
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