… just freaking LOVE chihuahuas. So there. You should know that about me before this goes any farther.
I have nothing to say today except that I love chihuahuas. LOVES THEM.
… just freaking LOVE chihuahuas. So there. You should know that about me before this goes any farther.
I have nothing to say today except that I love chihuahuas. LOVES THEM.
I love hamsters. It somehow seems much more acceptable that you love chihuahuas. Plus I had a really crappy day at work.
At least you didn’t photoshop a Basset Hound in one of your wedding photos, because THAT would have been taking the love too far. Not. That, you know, I did that. Or anything.
I love chihuahuas.
My little sweetie is named Sally; she’s 7 and I adore her.
we totally can’t be friends anymore.
i have always pronounced them “chi-chi-wow-a”s and i am ashamed of that.
Hey there… I’m a long-time fan, falling short of any axe-murderer intention. I was wondering if you have AIM actually, which probably bumps me up a little bit on the creepy axe-murderer front. I have a couple questions about the stylish execution of British marriage by an American (New Yorker) travelophile, as I am looking to soon be in that same boat. Please e-mail me if you would. Thanks!
for the record… miniature pinschers are way cuter than chihuahuas.
I have a dog, an amazingly perfect mystery terrier mix from Puerto Rico that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I wouldn’t have evacuated NO if it meant I couldn’t take my pup, who is a medium sized, knee-height sort of dog.
Yet… every time I see a picture of some chick cuddling with her disgustingly cute Chihuahua (especially Bit Bit; her momma’s pure trash, but that is one cute dog) I seethe with jealousy. Seethe, I tell you. I. Want. A. Chihuahua.