Chihuahuas

DOn't get me wrong, I love dogs. I love their loyalty, and their eagerness and their affection. But chihuahuas are grotesque. They look like little gremlins, and when I see one, I have this horrible urge to tread on it, as if it's some sort of vermin. I am not normally violent, and this compulsion worries me.

Plus, chihuahua owners treat them as if they're babies, dressing them up in foul little outfits and talking to them in gaga language. So, perhaps it's not the poor little dog's fault, but their owners who should be trodden on.

This is a Happy Place

Recently I have noticed a strange phenomenom springing up in Wellington, our nearest town. Many of the shops have taken to putting signs in their windows declaring 'This is a Happy Place'. I walked into one not long ago, and the woman was miserable as sin, and rude to boot. So I don't believe them. You don't need to tell people you're happy, just show them!

If we all smiled a bit more, I'm sure the world would be a happier place.

Sandra's words of wisdom.