I forgot to edit in the quote. Which i have now. But ultimately it isn't, I suppose.

Even so, Chihuahuas are fucking brilliant. And I don't know if we have enough pictures of them on the board. So, in an effort to up the toy dog image count:

Getting trapped in the gap between patio doors.

i like chihuahuas. they're nice and warm and they tremble when you hold them.

once i was trapped in a gap in a revolving door

very very painful, plus i was like six

That happened to my cat once.
It took him a few minutes to realize it had happened, and when he did he freaked the fuck out.

Waking up in the middle of an operation.

edit : If I was the patient.

Aah, maybe not so irrational then.

I hate chihuahuas... probably mostly because they hate me too.

The only thing I hate is a manipulative liar. Two or more are fine though.

EEEEEEEEE!

i am so adding one of those to my petting zoo

I have a fear of cockroaches. Not in a "there's one in my kitchen" sense, but more like "those fuckers will raise an army and crawl all over my face" sense. Completely nonsensical, I know...even though it's an overall crappy film, the last part of the "Creepshow" film can still put me right on edge.

I also have a fear of strange mutant creatures lurking behind every corner, about to bite my face off or poison me with some disgusting yellow gas emitting from their faces.

I guess that's what years of chronic tomb raider playing will do to you.

Aw, this is making me all sad now. She used to sleep in my bed with me and curl up beside my neck. Waking up with a chihuahua snuggled up beside you is pure heaven, I assure you.

And its so true about them trembling when you hold them.

AHHH! MOTHS! BIG FAT FLUTTERING MOTHS THAT ARE CLEARLY GOING TO FLY RIGHT INTO YOUR MOUTH AND KILL YOU? SOMEHOW I DON'T KNOW

really

Big Moths are truly horrible. But they're slow fluckers and easy to kill. Big moths bring out and ultimately satisfy my violent side.

I hate moths. They're so annoying.
What I hate more is flying ants that decide that your eye is a perfect target.

I've been known to destroy a room in an effort to kill a blue bottle. climbing ontop of a wardrobe with a rolled up Argos catalogue and falling off with the wardrobe falling on top of me, while the bluebottle just flies away to another part of the room. Bluebottles turn me into a spasticated Rambo.

Spiders... big time. I mean, just fucking look at this thing. I get chills just looking at this picture.

ewewewewewewewewewwwwwwww

Yeah, I sort of wish you hadn't posted that picture. Please nobody quote Pax Americana's post. I never want to have to see that picture again.