anyway, this post has nothing to do with the subject heading. i just did another group of pmbr problems, and my head hurts.
this post is about people who buy chihuahuas as fashion accessories. what a weird breed. no, not the dog, the people. i was on the new jersey transit the other day attempting to teach myself new york practice when a group of girls sat down in my booth. they were of the "i want to be a hilton" breed - over-bleached hair, velour designer tracksuits, and a manner of speaking straight from the "gag me with a spoon" 80s. they were very loud. very VERY loud. i really didn't want to hear about miss thang's upcoming three month greek vacation, because hell... i'm not going anywhere anytime soon. as they were discussing various celebrity hair stylists, i noticed a frantic shaking coming from the direction of the girl in front of me. i looked up and realized that this girl was holding a very small chihuahua, which she had just extricated from her purse (which had the word "JUICY" embroidered on it). she was not cuddling the chihuahua. she was holding the poor animal in one hand and was gesturing with it as she was speaking, as if having a chihuahua in her hand would give her words more poignancy. like directing the new york philharmonic, except instead of a wand, there was a small dog, and instead of an orchestra, it was her imaginary audience. dogs shiver when they are cold, or when they are nervous. much like humans. and this little pooch was shakin' it like a polaroid picture. it was not a happy camper.
girl, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! it's a DOG! D-O-G. not a sash, a bracelet, a laser pointer, or whatever you think it is. it is a living, breathing being. give it a chew toy, and let it run around in a dog park. if you want to treat it like a stuffed animal, get a real stuffed animal, like a beanie baby. grrr!!!
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