We have all been through that annoying moment when we go to a friend's house and their miniscule chihuahua is jumping all over you, barking continuously, and pacing the room like it has just snorted some sort of amphetamine. The little rascal won't stop for anything and is never satisfied. They always want to "play" and be petted. That's me. I'm that borderline crazy chihuahua. Although, I'd like to believe I'm not as much of a nuisance. I'm never satisfied. I'm always hungry for more and more. "Relaxing" is something I'm just not good at. I was born with this passion; this neurotic nature that keeps me running through life even when I'm running on empty. I'm high off life.