Ahhh, New Orleans. Luckily, this Free Cute Dog was not alive during Hurricane Katrina, because she looks a little frail. But you have to wonder, what makes a person give a dog away, especially one this cute and free. It is quite a flattering picture, but I suspect foul play. Don't I always? The very next day, after sleeping in the van in a sticky pile of man flesh, we found this poster.
And then it says "very, very dear to my heart" and it's in a little heart. Poor lady. And it's got to be a lady because what self respecting man would put a heart on his flier. I know anyway, because the part I blocked out is a woman's name. But you don't know that. Well, I guess now you do. You see how I did that? I'll talk you in circles you buttfaces. Also, up on the top in red, they've written "she's epileptic - needs meds!" Where do I start with this?
That's a hell of a reward. Lady must be pretty loaded. Why would the people who abducted her offer this cute dog for free, and it's obviously the same dog. I mean, tan with white chest? It's a perfect match, but how would we ever know with these horrible photocopied pictures?
How do you know when a chihuahua is epileptic? What, do they shake a lot and act really freaky? Where do I get dog epilepsy meds? Do they fuck you up? Cause I want me some of that shit. Anyway, I'm out of jokes. Hope you enjoyed my great chihuahua conspiracy theory of New Orleans. It's the most scandalous thing to happen to the city since the next post I'm about to write about. You'll see...
I wish we could have found "Millie". We sure could have used the money at that point.
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