We’ve had two chihuahuas since Covid. Since then, at least a third of my comics have been about this non-sensical breed. I apologize profusely. The fact of the matter is that I still stare at these organisms and wonder how they are evolutionarily possible. And apparently they’re one of the oldest breeds out there.
Our particular twosome are in okay physical shape (except for a few tumors and skin tags), even though they spend 95% of the time in bed or on my wife’s legs. Their emotional shape, however, has a lot of room for improvement.
The male specimen, Conan, can go from looking like this:
To looking like this,
in a nanosecond. He will bite you. Thankfully their bites are harmless, because they have the worst teeth ever granted to canines.
The female one, Xena, looks like she was caught farting on a hot mic all day, every day.
But in all honesty, I can’t overstate how much these guys have made our lives better. Sometimes, you just have to say yes to things you never may have thought of. Like getting beings that hardly classify as dogs, if only for the comic relief. Be warned, they may
take over your identity!
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