Chihuahua Torture

Carmela and I sometimes don't get along. I don't know if it's a female thing, but we go can let days pass where we ignore each other. She's very attached to Ryan, so I'm sure she figures as long as she has him around, who needs me?

When I do notice her ignoring me, I bust out my camera. I like to pester her like that.

She especially hates it when I bring the lens to close to her. I suppose I could work in counter-conditioning her to not hate the lens, but you know what, it's too damn funny to do so.

First, she gives me a little lip-check warning.

"I've got teeth underneath these lips and
I will use 'em!"

Her little lip curls mean nothing to me, so she'll then resort to peace tactics.

"I'm asking you nicely to
STEP AWAY!"

But, being the little bi*#@ that she is, peaceful tactics don't last long with her. She quickly resorts back to threatening my jugular.

"I swear on my life...
I will slit your throat.
BACK OFF."

But see, she's a smart cookie. That's what I admire about her. In the true mafioso fashion, she realizes that the quickest way to elicit fear in your enemy is to hit 'em where it hurts.

"Step away from me and I won't
fart on your beloved Pug's head.
I'll do it, dammit!"