Chihuahua TERROR

I wonder if The Register deliberately misspelled the link?

Anyway, when I first saw the thread title, I thought about my driving around and through Ciudad Chihuahua in recent years. Haven't been back lately, mostly because of reported cartel violence. For those who haven't been there, Cd Chihuahua is a big city, comparable to San Diego or San Antonio, split between internationalist first-world and impoverished third-world. The violence is about what you'd expect.

So I expected reports of more shoot-outs there. Luckily, the events are in Phoenix AZ. Big fucking deal. Phoenix is a steaming toilet bowl in the middle of the desert. (Spoken as a former resident of Tucson.)
 
One good kick should send them scurrying for the hills. Never could stand them yappy little ankle biters.

That's why you carry a big stick...er...a walking stick...a cane, yeah, that's it a cane.

Then you go to the driving range. :devil:
 
The lady down the street has four of them.

When I walk my dogs they run back and forth along the fence barking and yipping and growling and showing their teeth.

Both of my dogs look at them, then me, then each other, like "what the fuck's wrong with them?"

I usually keep the dogs away from the fence, but had to walk close because there was some kids playing in the street.

While the four little dogs were rushing up to the fence acting all bad ass,

One of my dog's cocked his leg and pissed on two of them through the fence.

Classic.
 
One good kick should send them scurrying for the hills. Never could stand them yappy little ankle biters.

That's why you carry a big stick...er...a walking stick...a cane, yeah, that's it a cane.

Then you go to the driving range. :devil:

Note to self to stay out of the west side.

I was once molested by one of these ratdogs in the Sacramento Greyhound station. Nasty thing was humping my ankle while its person (an old, rather creepy Hispanic guy) looked on and leered. The more I tried to kick it away, the more it seemed to enjoy itself. I finally reached down and slapped its nose, loosening its grip, then got to send it flying. I've disliked them ever since. When they became a fashion accessory a few years back I lost a few friends. I just can't stand to be near them. I prefer real-looking dogs.
 
Note to self to stay out of the west side.

I was once molested by one of these ratdogs in the Sacramento Greyhound station. Nasty thing was humping my ankle while its person (an old, rather creepy Hispanic guy) looked on and leered. The more I tried to kick it away, the more it seemed to enjoy itself. I finally reached down and slapped its nose, loosening its grip, then got to send it flying. I've disliked them ever since. When they became a fashion accessory a few years back I lost a few friends. I just can't stand to be near them. I prefer real-looking dogs.

That what I have a rottie for...eating little yappers.
 
One of my sisters was allergen-sensitive as a child. Drank goat's milk, not cow's, and couldn't stand long cat or dog hair. She was OK with very shorthair dogs, however, and to Chihuahua mixes. I grew up in a home with an assortment of Chihuahua-Pomeranian, Chihuahua-Terrier, Chihuahua-Whippet (miniature Greyhound), and other mixes. We also had a couple full-blood Chihuahuas -- which one of my close cousins also favored.

So I can claim to know a bit about Chihuahua dogs. Should I be ashamed?

Gotta say, straight Chihuahuas are FUCKING NUTZ (unless properly medicated) but the mixes are a bit saner. The best was Tiger, our last Chihuahua-Whippet mix. He was personable, not yappy, tiny, brave -- and stupid. Brave and stupid go together. He died defending my sister from an Alsatian (German Shepherd). The Alsatian was tied up. Tiger didn't figure that out. Oops. Sis carried his remains home, crying piteously.

I have seen such small dogs stalked by pussycats. Turnaround is fair play, right?

[threadjack] For a totally different view of little yappers (Pekingese, in this case) read Barbara Hambly's BRIDE OF THE RAT GOD. Lotsa fun.
 
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