They say that when I was a puppy I kept banging my head on the coffee table when I would run underneath it and that now I am missing most of my crayons.
I'm not altogether sure what that means.
My fur is the softest and silkiest stuff you’ve ever touched. None of the other Chiweenies in the pack have fur like mine. If you were to be blindfolded and were to touch all of us, you would know me right away just by the feel of my fur!
I don’t see what’s so wrong with this.
Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do?
Has anyone ever attacked us?
Have we ever been robbed?
I guess they call me that because I’m the
Also, I have a rather large nose just like a moose.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE to sit in laps. Just plunk yourself down on our sofa and
you’ll suddenly find me curled up with you and won't even know when or how I got there.
I am the Ninja Chiweenie in stealth mode!
The humans say I also have “issues”.
I seriously don’t like dogs and humans outside our pack.
When I’m out with my pack, I protect them loudly and fiercely from strange dogs and strange humans.
The humans say I “lose it”.