I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know whose name was Henry; only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was, he spelled it H-E-N-3-R-Y. The three was silent, you see. –Tom Lehrer
Henry is a chihuahua – or, as Miss Attitude says, “Our new baby CHUH-WAH-WAH!” – who joined our family today, a gift from Mother-In-Law who believes he will help with Miss Attitude’s asthma. There is absolutely no scientific data that says chihuahuas help with asthma, but I have talked to many people who swear by it. Either way, he’s damn cute. And so tiny!
Our area of Texas has finally started showing signs of the changing of the seasons, which means it’s actually been a bit chilly lately. Our wee Henry is much too little for a store-bought sweater, so Deputy Dad fashioned him one out of one of his socks.
A Sock Sweater! Because he’s so bitsy!
Don’t be fooled by Henry’s itty-bittiness, though. He’s one tough mofo, and he will totally get all up in your shiz if you go messin’ wit his bone, yo.
All your rawhide are belong to us.