We were sharing stories of our dreams last night and Abby piped up and said she had a dream about an American Chihuahua. I asked her what the bark difference was between an Australian and American Chihuahua, followed by some high pitched barking. So that sparked my imagination again and I come up with this
limerick. There once was an American Chihuahua, who refused to take a shower, which led to the path of taking a bath, now he smells like a flower.
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my girlfriend texted me this rhyme yesterday - she must read your blog??
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