Wolfian, can we get a chihuahua’s weight in piranhas in there somewhere? 
I’m having trouble thinking about this woman actually living with that many little yippy dogs. She’s bound to have an insanity defense on the animal cruelty charge.
It wouldn’t take more than three or four to drive most people crazy. Hell, that one little Taco dog drove a good number of people crazy by itself.
Hey, I think I met three of those bad boys this weekend! I stopped at a strip-mall pharmacy, next door to a Pizza Hut, and tied to the door handle of the Pizza Hut were three little barking Chihuahuas.
“How cute,” I thought, and approached them.
They barked louder.
Now, having (large) dogs myself and knowing dog behavior, I should have backed off. They were obviously saying, “Bitch, come any closer and we’ll bite your ass!”
But who can be intimidated by three little squeaking hamster-size things with bubble eyes?
So I knelt down before them, spoke soothingly, and extended my hand.
That’s when they all freaked out and lunged at me with little teeth flying everywhere.
Yeah. I gave up after that.
But hello . . . what if I’d wanted to go into the Pizza Hut? Who in the hell would tie even a friendly dog to the door handle of a public facility–in light of the fact that some people are allergic to and/or afraid of dogs–let alone three (tiny) attack dogs (which together probably add up to, like, an attack Schnauzer or something)???
Crazy.
As to the OP, I’m torn (though I love the posts in this thread, especially yours, SnoopyFan) . . .
I mean, it sucks that because of one crazy woman, all of these dogs might have to die, but frankly I don’t care how small the sucker is–A Dog With Issues is a pain in the ass, so I sure as hell wouldn’t adopt one of those mothers.
Jim,
Honey,
I spoke to the nice lady at the society and they indicated that these pups should be kept together to minimize trauma to them.
Soooo, I knew you wouldn’t mind. They are going to deliver them next Thursday!
I knew you would be as excited as me!!
Love,
Terry
Too bad they’re so far away.
I work two blocks from a restaurant called “The Cat and Cleaver,” no joke. Maybe they could expand their menu.
Terry,
Honey,
Since you’ll be here on Friday, you can get the key from under the doormat. I’m sure they’ll be just fine for one day. I’ll leave the toilet seats up.
Love,
Jim
P.S. I’ll leave a note on the door so you’ll know where I’ll be.
Jim,
You must have little tiny toilet if you plan on them being able to drink out of them.
Love,
Terry
The phrase “roaming in packs in the home of their elderly owner” cracked me up. I think it was the “roaming” that did it–I started picturing some sort of Animal Planet documentary crew searching the house for signs of the elusive beasts.
“Crouching unseen in the high carpet, the pack leader surveys the herd of ankles.”
How aggressive can the things be? They lived with a little ole lady and someone obviously caught them. Do you supposed they used the tranquilizer guns to sedate them before capture?
When I first read that, I immediately pictured three little chihuahuas just sort of dangling from the door handle like those bells some stores have on their doors that ring whenever someone comes in.
A Chihuahua door alarm.
**Greywolf73, ** that was a visual I shall treasure for a lifetime!