So today, Mom noticed her chihuahua tumor had reduced drastically in size. Actually it was non-existent. She came looking for me. She yelled, I didn't answer or come to her as I normally would because I was reading the new issue of Sexy Chihuahua's On Parade and didn't want to be bothered. What does she do? She launches an all out, panic filled search for me in the house. When she still doesn't find me she moves the search party outside, then back inside again when she realized there was no way I would have put my delicate little feet on grass or concrete to go outside. Lola's Boy finally located me:
While I admit the magazine did wear me out and I was oblivious to the world, I still think she could have seen me here if her brain wasn't only firing on two working neurons most of the time.
After all I did poke my head out this much when Lola's Boy called my name. He claims the movement of the cover is what alerted him that I was there.
I think the tears of relief were a bit much and I am terrified to turn on the television. What if I see my picture on "Missing" or "Disappeared" tonight?