Never trust those little dogs. The minute you run out of treats, they’re prepared to gnaw through your ankles and eat you alive, starting with the eyes. Chihuahuas are the lapdogs of SATAN HIMSELF!
Poor little guy…maybe he need to get with gang at Cesar Milan’s doggie rehab!
Thanks for trying to help with my picture issue. To answer your question, no, I haven’t deleted anything from the Media Library and simply uploaded the pics. Sometimes they show up and other times not!
Any insight is highly appreciated!
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What a cutie! the dog looks too sweet to need a muzzle
Never trust those little dogs. The minute you run out of treats, they’re prepared to gnaw through your ankles and eat you alive, starting with the eyes. Chihuahuas are the lapdogs of SATAN HIMSELF!
The smaller the dog, the tighter the muzzle needs to be. Give me a giant bull mastiff any day. Unless you live near Baskerville.
It’s canine, right? That should rule it out.
Poor little guy…maybe he need to get with gang at Cesar Milan’s doggie rehab!
Thanks for trying to help with my picture issue. To answer your question, no, I haven’t deleted anything from the Media Library and simply uploaded the pics. Sometimes they show up and other times not!
Any insight is highly appreciated!
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I think that hound actually barked. This one would only yap terrifyingly before it ripped your face right off.
Overkill, n’est pas? Is it from Tindalos or something?!
Small dogs can be bitey, though…
Hey, you could carry it in your bag and use it as a weapon!
in the kennel, no one can hear you bark.
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It puts the flea powder on or it gets the hose.
I dated him!
Dumped him.
He had no balls.
Story of my life as well.
Also: welcome back to the interwebs!
Hannibal Lechter comes to mind.
“Chihuahuas are the lapdogs of SATAN HIMSELF!”
Try living next door to two and one below you.
Try poisoning slices of bread spread with peanut butter. That should work.
My mother was in the exact predicament at her father in law’s beach house.
Now there are only two.
I wouldn’t normally say this, but you seem desperate. Have you thought of having your mother over?
Rain, I’m only going to say this one time —
I’d rather eat Chihuahua shit than have my witch of a mother step foot in my home.
But what about strangling your mother and feeding her TO Chihuahuas?
I repeat (see above).
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