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Toy Hunt

I want a dog. I want a chihuahua. Aren't they so cute? I've been on the hunt (admittedly half-heartedly) for a toy dog, and after looking at pictures online, I've decided the adorable chihuahua is the dog for me. All the others were mostly hairy terriers, ugly pinschers, and funny-looking malteses.

I was looking at some adoption pages, and I ran across a few ads about dogs on prozac! Depressed dogs? Now I've heard it all. Also, there were dogs with diabetes, high blood pressure, etc. I'm truly shocked. But I guess to someone who has grown up with dogs and animals, this wouldn't be such a surprise. But I come from a family that has intense fear of anything not human, so having a pet was out of the question.

 I think being friends with Jan and Viv, who both have five dogs between them, has helped me with my animal fear. Viv's beagle is just so adorable, but a little too big for me (and beagles aren't considered big dogs). I don't like big dogs -- which is probably why Rich Man's Great Dane and I didn't get along; that damn Dane knew I feared him.

I think the chihuahua is the perfect size.

While I'm not 100% sure what my next step will be, I know in the near future these little bundles of joy will be toted around in a ridiculously expensive Louis Vuitton dog carrier.

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