Don't Let This Sweet Face Fool You

        Chevy, the Chorkie dog...Chihuahua/Yorkie mix  

What a SWEET face, right?

Soft and furry, with a cute little black nose, deep, brown, soulful eyes, perky, adorable ears, and only 9 dainty little pounds on this pretty little pup.

Who would ever dream that a vicious, destructive MONSTER lies beneath all of this cuteness.

It's important to play this creepy music whilst reading this horrifying TRUE tale! 

Well, go ahead and click on the creepy music...we won't start until you do, pilgrim!! 

It all began when my lovely, sweet wife, Donna, saw his face on the enter-net...inter-knet...computer.

A face that drew her in, as a beautiful Venus Flytrap would draw an unsuspecting fly to his/her demise. 

It SEEMED so normal to go to the shelter and adopt such a precious little guy, who would bring such joy to our lives for a long, long time. 

Little did we know that we were witnessing a brief glimpse of the dark future, when he came out biting on his leash, as if to say, HE was in control!

On the surface, everything SEEMED okay, as Chevy Wevy adjusted to his new surroundings, but then it BEGAN, very slowly and deceptively.

Items started disappearing from the house. First, a tiny ball that our grandkids liked to play with. Next, socks went missing...then shoes, and even large pillows from the couch!! 

Of course, we never suspected our "fur baby" of swiping these things, we naturally thought that a inner-dimensional wormhole had formed somewhere in our home that was sucking our household goods to another world. 

We had an inkling that the wormhole idea was full of holes when things started to re-appear when we gave Chevy treats.  

We started to think that Chevy was holding our belongings hostage until we gave him treats, almost as if HE was training US to give him doggie biscuits!

Ha ha ha! We knew that a dog could not outsmart a human bean...OR COULD HE? 

We realized, after some time, that Chevy preferred doing his duty INSIDE the house, so we laid potty pads around to protect the carpet, that he would rip to shreds until we...you guessed it...gave him a treat.

Next came the werewolf-like growling, snarling, baring teeth, and biting on his mommy's pant legs...terrorizing the other dogs in the neighborhood, as long as they were safely enclosed in their yards or on a leash...and barking at dogs walking down HIS sidewalk, while he stayed secure behind locked doors. 

So, what do you think we did with this unspeakably terrifying beast from Hades? 

Right. He's still here.

We still LOVE him in spite of his idiosyncrasies.

Wouldn't you?

You can turn off the creepy music now.