Aren't the interwebz the best invention ever?
I mean, how else could I talk to you? You're human. I'm a Chihuahua.
I belong to Maxie. She's been my human since I was a puppy. She lets me cuddle in her lap. Maxie has a soft lap. And its warm. Do you like laps? Laps are my favorite thing.
Unless I have a chew. Or a squeaky toy. Or a Milk-Bone.
Or the times we go for walks. I love walks. Do you like walks? Walks are my favorite thing, too.
Oh. Carol isn't here. She left this note:
Today I'm visiting Hart Johnson at Confessions of a Watery Tart. AKA Alyse Carlson, author of The Azalea Assault. She's interviewing me, and you know her. You may learn something you would never have guessed about me. One more thing, please. I'm dogsitting Chica, Maxie's Chihuahua. She's a feisty little thing, so don't let her get into any trouble while I'm out. I'll see you Friday. Thanks.