posted on Apr, 19 2007 @ 04:39 PM
I have a true Chihuahua story to tell you:
I flew from Los Angeles to Seattle many years ago to meet my parents. From there we drove up to Vancouver to catch a ferry over to Vancouver Island. I
hadn't booked a hotel room ahead of time so mom insisted I crash on the couch for the night and then look for a hotel room the next day.
That was fine with me, so I made up a bed and fell asleep.
Now enter the evil Chihuahuas
I'm having a good sleep after all my travels, and the sun is just starting to come up the next day. I feel something walking on my blankets and wake
with a bit of a start.
Standing about a foot from my face is a Chihuahua with all it's teeth bared, and growling like it thought it was a German Shepard. There was another
one beside the couch yapping away in support of the one standing on my chest.
Needless to say, I'm thinking I'm gonna be shredded by these little wanna be dogs before I even get a cup of coffee. :shk:
At that moment I lost all my pride as a grown man and had to call my mom for help.
For those few minutes I was terrified of those little demons, and my mom just said "Don't be so silly".
The one standing on me was Mr.T, I can't remember the name of the other one.