The chihuahua is clearly master of his abode, by day he looks out from his perch at the window and out onto the world beyond it, his wise expression contemplating the very meanings of existence. Only when he is so told by the almighty powers will he sagely cock his head in order to observe a new perspective.
His interaction with the outside world consist only of his daily walks. At these times the chihuahua allows himself to shed his steely exterior and once again join his wordly peers in manner.
Now the problem is that chihuahua has two worldly manners and which one is resumed upon leaving the house depends on who is walking him. With the señorita chihuahua is grumpy, stubborn and miserable looking, pulling on his lead with piteously feel me strength. He dislikes the señorita or worse she is embarrassing to him. Here he is the mighty chihuahua, macho and respected lead like a.... Like a dog!! By this señorita! leggings and Uggs and fag and all. How humiliating for such an honourable beast, thus he walks with his tail between his legs dragged across road and field, looking idly back across the way they have come, whilst the señorita enthusiastically throws some yellow fuzzy thing. She tries at least, he thinks sorrowfully.
Now when he is with the hombre, that's different. That's where he belongs, this macho hombre who let's chihuahua lead the way, as it should be. Thankfully chihuahua doesn't notice the bred embarrassed expression on the hombres face, doesn't see him sheepishly lowerng his head as he is dragged along by this over eager little lap dog. Chihuahua doesnt hear the silent argument as the hombre begs the señorita not to make him a laughing stock again.
But chihuahua is happy with his hombre and hopefully he will never know about the destain felt toward him, and hopefully the señorita will never know about the distain felt toward her.
The end.
There's a little fable for you kids, can you find the moral ?
Thanks for reading, more on Sunday
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