Poor Rex

I never thought this would happen, but I actually feel bad for Heather's chihuahua Rex. Yes, I truly do have sympathy for the rat-like little creature that pees on my floor (and when he's really feeling nice, my bed) whenever he visits. And I really didn't think Heather could possibly make me like the chihuahua more than her, but she made his first Halloween an embarrassment, so I feel for the little man. But I guess after his Halloween costume, he hardly qualifies as a man. I don't even know what he was supposed to be, but I know he was in a dress. A little pink and black dress with ribbons. Treasure Princess something or other? Whatever it was, it was just cruel. And all Heather had to say for herself was that by the time she got around to shopping for his costume, there were only girl dog costumes left. So as I understand the situation, Rex had to pay dearly for his mother's procrastination with the Halloween costume purchase. Poor guy. No one deserves that, not even the Satan-like rodent that is my sister's dog. I would begin a custody battle, however I really don't feel like it's worth the effort... he did pee on my belongings for the first several months of his life. Oh wait, he still does. But still, I genuinely hope that his mother has learned her lesson: If you're going to dress up your dog, at least dress him up in something that leaves him with some dignity.