Today is a very sad day in the world of chihuahuas. My mentor, idol, and inspiration has suddenly passed at the tender age of 15. Yes, Gidget, the Taco Bell chihuahua is no more, apparently the victim of a stroke. I will remember her fondly for the impact she had on my life: my national pride, my dream of becoming a celebrity, my strangely masculine voice, and my love of greasy fast food.
I know that many chihuahuas resented Gidget, saying she "sold out" and went "Spuds Mackenzie" on us, causing many stupid humans to stereotype us. I, however, disagree because I feel she has created an identity for us. We are now taken seriously in the world of show business as talented spokesdogs who can sell anything with our dynamic personalities and stunning looks.
So I will eat a chalupa and sing a song of rememberance for Gidget. She was an icon and the most influential actor since the "Where's the Beef" lady.
Today my heart is heavy with grief and so is my stomach, for I do not know what was in that darn chalupa. Truly not the breakfast of champions; ugh.
Adios Gidget.
Z.
Tucker and I discuss my emergency.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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