My chihuahua obsession has reared its apple-shaped head once again. If it weren't for the Big Guy--16-years-old and counting--I'd probably convince the other Big Guy that peace in the home (for him) means augmenting our little family with a tiny dog.
In the meantime, I indulge fantasies of girl-avec-dog-in-bag (ahem, middle-aged broad with dog in bag) with the occasional bit of chihuahua swag. Such as the following:
A knitting bag procured from Mona Lucero's in Denver. (She's opening an online boutique soon, so even you far-flung knitters can have your own bow-wow bag.)
May have to knit one of these to keep chihuahuas at bay:
From DigKnitty Designs
Is this going too far?