I have a friend. She is smart, sexy and beautiful. She accessorizes
like a diva. And don’t get me
started with the shoes. God! They are so hot. She has a pet Chihuahua. (That little thing is such a diva, she needs her own Chihuahua.)
started with the shoes. God! They are so hot. She has a pet Chihuahua. (That little thing is such a diva, she needs her own Chihuahua.)
My friend one day brought a different Chihuahua, Cricket who
had a gorgeous black coat and was so cute. Of course every one of us what to
have a turn with her. She was scared of everyone and everything. She tried to
bite everyone, but she did not have many teeth and the remaining were not sharp
enough to hurt or even feel. Lol
I was talking to my friend about Cricket. My friend started
explaining about Cricket –
Cricket’s first ‘owner’ (not parent) wanted a live accessory
just like most bimbos these days and she got one. After she got cricket, and
started ‘using / wearing’ (not raising) her, she understood that Cricket was a
person of her own. First of all, she ate and she pooped, just like all of us. And
she provided a place in her closet for food and pooping for Cricket, where she
also kept all her other non-living accessories.
By the time my friend got to Cricket, cricket had no hair on
her back due to fighting off flees. She was extremely malnourished, did not
know what other humans were, heck she did not even know what other Chihuahuas
were.
My friend went on to explain about how people make silly
mistakes about pets. Her other Chihuahua was asked to put down by her owners
during a child birth because they did not know how to take care of her and she
was in a lot of pain. The vet (real human being) instead performed a C-section
and was able to save the mom but not her pups. She still ended up at the pound
may be because her owners who thought she could have cute babies did not find
her to be cute anymore.
All the time my friend was talking, I was mesmerized. I saw
my friend whom I always thought as a one of the coolest persons was a diva. She had the most
beautiful heart. (Well, I appreciate external beauty, but I fall for the beauty
of the soul). And my friend was a true diva. She was gorgeous on the outside
and beautiful on the inside. She is a true diva with her babies.
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