For those of you who don't know, I want to adopt a dog. But not just any dog. His name is Romy (short for "Romeo") and he's a very sweet little boy who loves to hang out with me.
It's just...he's a chihuahua.
I've kind of rebelled against being girly since I was little. I don't go in for fashion crap; I wear comfortable clothes and shoes. I mean, I try to look nice (and I have to probably go do a little more clothes shopping if/when I get a job) but I don't go overboard spending a ton of money for "style." Kohls sale racks are my friends. As well as Goodwill. LOVE Goodwill.
I still don't wear makeup.
I hate shoe shopping, too, though lately I've kind of developed a thing for boots.
I don't like wearing a lot of jewelry, except now lately I have a ring I wear everyday, and a necklace I'm starting to.
And now I want a chihuahua. The quintessential trussed-up bimbo handbag dog. I don't even like chihuahuas normally! I just like this one. And yet I feel like I have to get all defensive when people snicker and ask if I'm going to carry him in my purse. The answer is, of course, NO. And honestly, he wouldn't enjoy it. He can run three miles; sitting still in a purse would bother him a lot.
Just...seriously. When did I start slowly leaking into girldom? I wanted a rottweiler, and now I'm going for a five pound midget.
SIGH.
It Also Stands For Due Diligence
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1 comments:
Bell... if he's the right fit, personality wise, then it doesnt matter if he's a 'girly' dog.. and for heaven's sake, why let a bimbo airhead like Paris Hilton define what a girlie dog is anyway? She thinks an animal is an ornament, not a responsibility as well as a friend. :) If this is YOUR dog, then it's yours, so don't sweat the 'girlie' label... :)
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