I am NOT a Chihauhua

What I'm Reading: The Last Town on Earth by Thomas Mullen and The Radioactive Boy Scout by Ken Silverstein

What I'm Working On: I had been worried about a definitive first turning point in my rewrite, but OMG, it happened. It just happened. I set it up, and WHAM, there it is. Too, too cool.

I took a blogthings test to see "what breed of dog I am." Yes, it's lame, but I needed a quick and easy blog.

Before I show you my results, let me show you my real live pack.

This is Alice, my Hurricane Charlie refugee. She's a petite (60 pound) greyhound.


This is Maggie. She's part Chow (you can tell by the tongue) and who-knows-what else.


This is Rex. He's yellow lab and golden retriever with a few other spices.

Above is Cipy, my 88 pound greyhound, being snuggled by my neice.

Can you tell that I'm not a small dog person? That being said, check this out:

You Are a Chihauhua

You are very smart and very earnest. You take yourself quite seriously. In fact, people are often amused by how seriously you take yourself. Deep down, you are a very fragile person. Your friends and family know how breakable you are. Because you are so fragile, you tend to be quite neurotic. You are suspicious of almost everyone and everything.

What Breed of Dog are You?

Who'd have thunk it?

M

PS. Am not.