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Monday - Chihuahuas
Jun. 20th, 2005 10:37 amToday at the red light, an SUV full of Chihuahuas pulled up next to me. The dogs looked frantic (as that breed always does) and the driver looked frazzled. There must have been 2 dozen large-rat-sized dogs in that car, barking and yapping and wagging their tails and baring their teeth and staring at me defiantly through the car windows.
They aren't really my favorite breed.
The owner, an older gentleman with thinning hair, seemed to be taking on the physical characteristics of a Chihuahuas himself. His eyes bugged out, his ears were too large for his head, and his jaw was kind of too small for his face. He gripped the steering wheel with a sort of grim determination, as if all he wanted in life was to get where he was going so he could let the yapping pack out of the car. He looked like he wanted to get away from them all, to open the doors and make a run for it, leaving the tiny dogs to find a way to drive home. They had the run of the car, so way he could get them all out and leave them. As he gathered them up to toss them out, the recently removed Chihuahuas would just be climbing back into the vehicle. The way they stood on his lap so they could put their paws on his side window, the way they climbed back and forth from the back seat to the front, I got the idea that the Chihuahuas were calling the shots.
I felt sorry for him. For this reason, if nothing else, my next dog will of a large breed. Sure it costs a lot to feed them, but they don't practice the sort of mind control that Chihuahuas do.
They aren't really my favorite breed.
The owner, an older gentleman with thinning hair, seemed to be taking on the physical characteristics of a Chihuahuas himself. His eyes bugged out, his ears were too large for his head, and his jaw was kind of too small for his face. He gripped the steering wheel with a sort of grim determination, as if all he wanted in life was to get where he was going so he could let the yapping pack out of the car. He looked like he wanted to get away from them all, to open the doors and make a run for it, leaving the tiny dogs to find a way to drive home. They had the run of the car, so way he could get them all out and leave them. As he gathered them up to toss them out, the recently removed Chihuahuas would just be climbing back into the vehicle. The way they stood on his lap so they could put their paws on his side window, the way they climbed back and forth from the back seat to the front, I got the idea that the Chihuahuas were calling the shots.
I felt sorry for him. For this reason, if nothing else, my next dog will of a large breed. Sure it costs a lot to feed them, but they don't practice the sort of mind control that Chihuahuas do.
