Seems like the Swedish trend for hobbis in handbags has already crossed the pond, for I saw it in action last night!
I was down The Black Whore's, and in the beer garden was some bloke, proving rather popular with the ladies. All because he had a weeny Jack Russell in his jacket.
It certainly worked as a bit of a bird puller!
Oft have I been told to get a dog, as it's a good way to meet hot tottie out walking their dogs, so I toyed with the idea of sidling up to some babes and asking if they'd like to stroke the Daschund in my pants. However, it was pointed out that this would earn a slap in the face, rather than a slap of the ole sausage dog.
I wonder if I ponced about town with an animatric Alien hanging out me shirt, I might pull a few of them alternative EMO chicks that line the walkway up to The Castle...
I'm not having a puppy in my jacket - how am I suppose to pull some cracking crumpet when I reek of dogs eggs.
Chihuahua!!
