Slowest Chihuahua in OC

Apparently, it was too early in the morning for a rockstar like me, to run for the race. 

 

Yes, the race happened over the weekend in OC. 

I was woken up at 7:30am, left home at 8:00am, met my handler and photographer, and headed over there. It was 9:30am when I got there. F-ing early for me, dudes. I wake up around 11am on weekends for gods sake. 

So I just chilled there at the starting line. Didn’t even make it to the ending line. Well, I assure you, I’m the fastest chihuahua in LA, but I turned out to be one of the slowest chihuahuas in the OC, right along with 2 Bitches besides me who started to sniff me around and hung out with me as soon as the human person yelled “Go!” 

I’m a pimp, what can I say. Ladies love me. I get mad bitches. 

 

My dad’s friends sort of expected that to happen, so weeks ago, they entered me for another one of those chihuahua race, which happens next Saturday, this time in LA. They are going to train me some more. 

I have to run again? 

 

OH, CRAP! 

(Daddy, come back home!)