This is PJ, my first chihuahua. Actually, she was a Chihuahua-Pomeranian mix. She was a Chihuahuaranian. Or a Pomehuahua, take your pick.
She was sooo fat and funny-looking. Her hair was super fuzzy, and her body was roughly the size and shape of a small barrel. Unfortunately, her head was about the size of an orange. Strangers would laugh at her when we took her for a walk. She had tracheal malaisia (sp?), which made her hack and gag and cough and spit like a cat with a hairball. She was a mess, but she was even-tempered and sweet. Never 100% house-broken, though.
Chihuahua #2--Mya. Isn't she cute? Good thing, because she is about 5 pounds of pure, unadulterated stupid.
Mya was free. We traded a rabbit for her (don't ask). PJ had gone to that great dog park in the sky, and I was on the prowl for tiny and cute again. Mya is a full-blooded Chihuahua, which I thought would make her smarter and more well-adjusted than a mixed breed. Little did I know that Chihuahua blood is rife with crazy, so a full-blooded Chihuahua can be fully twice as insane as any mutt known to man. She barks, and barks, and BARKS UNTIL YOU WANT TO POKE A STICK UP YOUR NOSE AND SCRAMBLE YOUR BRAIN LIKE AN ANCIENT EGYPTIAN SO THAT IT WILL PLEASE, PLEASE STOP. We got her when she was 7 months old, and guess what? She wasn't 100% housebroken. She is tiny and cute, and I think I hate her (not really--not all the time, anyway).
I turned 35 this past summer. At roughly the same time, Sassy turned 2, and stopped smelling like a baby and started smelling like a stinky little kid. I was less than happy, so I started looking for another tiny cute thing to love on. And I found Sugar. When we got her at 6 weeks, she weighed exactly 1 pound. She's now up to 2.2 lbs., so has remained tiny and cute, and thankfully is almost 100% housebroken. She's not a barker, thank goodness, but she is a licker. She will lay on the sofa, licking the same spot on the upholstery over and over until it looks like you poured a glass of water there. This is what Mya and Sugar spend roughly 90% of their time doing:
playing...I guess? It always sounds like about a million angry bees, with occasional yelping. Who knows? I'm about to give up on tiny and cute.