Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 7)

I have never met a chihuahua I liked, aside from the one that used to be the mascot for Taco Bell. Other than that one, though, all the ones I’ve ever seen or come into contact with have been little overly hyper furry balls of barking annoyance. Whenever someone with one happened into our town, they’d always want to start shit with me. Keep in mind, I’m like 6”4 and I do absolutely nothing to appear as a threat to them. Why they think picking on people much larger than them is a good idea, I’ll probably never know.

Maybe it’s a territorial thing? I don’t know. What I do know is that the trailer park incident has only further solidified my hatred for that breed.

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up,” Carl hissed at Zippy.

She wouldn’t stop. Her shrill barks echoed throughout the park. Carl tried getting her to calm down by offering her a squeaky toy. Instead of biting it, she bit him.

“Bitch,” he cried out through gritted teeth while clutching his bloody hand.

She kept on barking, drawing the attention of the beast as indicated by the fact its steps were now far more audible to us. Carl finally managed to shut Zippy up by snagging her. Then stuffing a squeaky pretzel in her mouth. The monster drew closer until its hooved legs became visible to us. Not only were they incredibly…