Today Dad found a lost dog. He was lounging under a tree a few doors down. His name is Chato and he’s from South San Francisco. It looks like he got a recent haircut, but his nails are very long. He’s not much of a playmate. He wasn’t interested when I gave him the cordial sniff sniff. Why can’t we find bigger, friendlier dogs??
Chato waddles around, probably because his long nails prevent him from walking normally. And he has a lower incisor that just protrudes up his lip. Mom gave him some treats. He follows her into the house rather than play with me. All of those toy dogs like people more than other dogs (see Chihuahua post: 1/30/2007).
Unfortunately, no one answered the number on his tag. Hopefully we can get him home soon so I can continue being the center of attention.
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- I don’t really like you either.
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- Chato’s pee pee was muddy, and he left little nut stamps on the floor until Mom and Dad rinsed it off.
