aw, poor little yappers. I live in LA, and teensy dogs are everywhere. Even really manly men seem to think nothing of being led around on a leash by some tiny anklebiter wearing a pink sweater and a little bow.
I'm covered. I've got this little guy, Chi/Terrier rescue special:
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Who grew up with a Chow/Heeler and is one tough dude, actually. He jumps on top of Great Danes if I don't warn him how much trouble he'll be in with me. He broke my little finger knuckle fixing one of those occassions.
He's better at that now, but Damn! My purse dog is really a secret weapon
It always pisses me off when animals have to suffer because people think they are cute little ornaments or see them in a movie and think "oh, I want that"
Animals are living, breathing creatures that feel happiness, pain, fear and love. They are not inanimate objects to be bought, played with for a couple of weeks and then discarded like a toy.
Eh, cows will lick anything. I can still recall the sandpaper covered, rubbery, sensation mixed with warm cow snot.
*sigh* I kind of miss having cows around.
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