Taco the Chihuahua is still at my front door, and has been there for 30 straight (disgustingly straight) hours. He reminds me of Jeremy Brett in My Fair Lady. Will someone call me racist if I confess that he is not my first choice of paramours for my dog Bella? Just how does he know that she's in season? The windows and doors are always closed....
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He's in love, Joseph.
Dogs have a sense of smell hundreds, if not thousands, of times greater than humans. A male dog can detect a female in heat literally miles away.
Poor Bella.
Didja know that the Aztecs bred chihuahuas as meat animals?
So I heard anyway.
Have yerself a BBQ
Aint you got any leash laws in yer hick town? Why are dogs running around loose? Why hasn't Taco's mommy or daddy come looking for him after 30 hours? Tacos are delicious, ya know.
Not to be too rude, but if you're within 50 miles of southern NJ and Bella is indeed expecting, I would happily take one of the pups off your hands :)
Ah, that is indeed a kind offer. We don't yet know if Bella is a mommy. (How does one tell? I had better look that up.) And, I fear, we live on the other side of the country.
Taco is still there. Now he's beginning to remind me of Poe's Raven.
Because Taco lives just two doors down in a cul-de-sac. All his human parents have to do is look out their front door to see that he is camped out on this front porch.
Ms. Vandal.
Eliza Dolittle married Freddy in the play, you know. Sitting on the doorstep can work... Poor Taco can't help it.
djmm
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