Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The Yipster Princess "Precious" Dookie Dog

What is it that is so endearing about brats? Why do I like brats?!

I live with a chihuahua. Housing myself with a dog I would classify as a "YIPSTER" was not something I ever thought I would do. She screams like a soprano in ultra-panic mode. She preens like a cat/bird hybrid. She crosses her paws like a princess. Her heartbeat seems drug induced and she's so tense, I'd almost pay her to see a doggie masseuse.

Her given name: "Precious"
Her given name (by me): "Dookie"

WHY? Let me just say it has *NOTHING* to do with her crapping in my room the ONE time I left the door ajar. I think she got the "NO DEPOSITS HERE" message when I got on my hands and knees and snarled for a while.

The Point: I doubt I'll ever choose a yipster roommate. BUT-- I'm starting to like this dog! Maybe it's the arranged marriage principle--live with someone long enough, and dang it!, I love them. It never fails.**

**I'm not a gung ho common-law-live-in-lover cheerleader nor do I think this principle applies to rodents, flies, or non-petlike animals.

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