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We had one when I was growing up that lasted over 19 years. She would bite anyone who came near me and even sometimes my younger brother. It bit my father and growled at him alot.
That's not a Chihuahua. That's a barking rat. Nemo
I call 'em chew-toys. My Berner agrees.
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We had one when I was growing up that lasted over 19 years. She would bite anyone who came near me and even sometimes my younger brother. It bit my father and growled at him alot.
ReplyDeleteThat's not a Chihuahua. That's a barking rat. Nemo
ReplyDeleteI call 'em chew-toys. My Berner agrees.
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