The life and times of Zoey, an ill-tempered, tri-colored chihuahua striving to find her identity as
an American amongst a strange array of
characters and obstacles.
Tucker and I discuss my emergency.
"You tried to call 9-1-1 to get me a mint? That's really low, chihuahua. Really low."
I discovered there is proof in the saying "the sun even shines on a dog's ass every once in a while." In this case the ass in question belongs to the sharpherd. Remarkable.
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