Chihuahua: (n) a small dog of a smooth-haired, large-eyed breed originating in Mexico
I will not bore you with the standard patter about how tiny and stupid looking Chihuahuas are. This has been long established by many writers preceding me.
Today I would like to focus on the bark. Pardon me. It is not worthy of being called a “bark.”
- It is a yap.
- A yippity.
- A yonk-yonk.
- A vocal snap.
- A sound conceived in the depths of hell by a satanic cherub who was trying to get people to hate dogs.
I don’t know if there’s anything more aggravating than walking through a store and coming upon some hapless soul holding one of these creatures, and being yapped at for fifteen or twenty seconds, as the owner pretends he or she has control.
Comical as it may seem–the dog thinking it has any dominion–it is still annoying that such a pretentious piece of animal flesh thinks it has any purpose or right to spark out its opinions.
If they were pleasant dogs, you could associate the word “cute” with them. When you came upon their tiny frames, you could say, “Isn’t it cute?” and it would look up at you with its little doggy mouth and oversized eyes, moist with affection.
But not the chihuahua.
It literally is a large rat on speed.
It has a bad attitude, it tries to overcompensate for its size by being obnoxious, and if I lived in Mexico in the State of Chihuahua, I would demand that they rename the dog.
As you can probably tell, I have never owned a Chihuahua.
But I will confess that I have considered accidentally letting a few of them out in traffic.