For those who don't know, I own a Demon Chihuahua. I say this because she is most calculating little creature that I know.
I admit that back in the day, I was not too crazy about chihuahuas. I thought them to be rather unattractive dogs with bulging bug eyes that only prissy rich girls owned. I did not picture myself sporting a dog as an accessory à la Paris Hilton.
My family ended up with Maddie through a family friend. This friend had a friend who knew a grandmother who had given her grandson a pet chihuahua for Christmas; he turned out to be allergic to dogs. This telephone game eventually ended in her needing a good home. One Saturday afternoon, the family friend went to visit the friend of the grandmother at her Miami Beach apartment.
There she is. Scheming on the rug next to my bed. Doesn't she strike absolute terror into your quivering heartstrings?
* Okay, I made some minor adjustments.