I knew chappy ate that chap-snap, but her wattled was adorable and since she's a little overweight it makes her more cute. I kissed her on the forehead and thought about what I would be doing right now if I had gotten a different dog from the pound, if chappy would be with a family of rich kings and her name was Evangeline and ate little doggie nibbles; but would she like that? I thought about when I got her; the arguments my family and myself had. My mother wanted a small dog like a Yorkshire terrier but I insisted we didn't get one of those stupid fuzzy footballs. My father wanted pit ball or a Great Dane but my little sister didn't agree. She wanted a pug because she had seen a show called makeover pug where they give pugs makeovers and she wanted to give a pug a makeover too but I said they sook to much. My older brother liked beagles but the pound only had one that was cute but really really really fat, so it was up to me. I fell in love with the chow chow at first site. A dog with so much hair, medium size and really cute. She was six months when we got her and life hasn't been the same since.
