Please accept this posting as my entry into “The Cutest Shih Tzu in the World” contest.  I’m bright, bubbly, smart and very, very cute.  I make little woof noises and play tricks like you can’t believe.  All I strive for is world peace and to stop world hunger.  I only chase ducks and cats on  Saturdays, and I’ve only pooped on the sofa 3 times in my life.  Believe me, they were the cutest things you have ever seen.  Momma and Poppa shouted with glee when they saw them and went running for that plastic bag stuff to preserve them forever, they’re that cute!

Best regards,

Bubbles

Let’s see here.

Quiet.

Cute head tilt.

Little sniffles with the nose.

That “Momma I wuv you” look…

Yep.  Something, probably expensive, somewhere in the house, is on fire.

The Shih Tzu can own you in less than 30 seconds if you don’t resolve yourself against it’s horrifying tactics.

Notice, the dewy eyes.  These powerful weapons of destruction will tear your heart apart and force you to make the strangest goo goo noises that can emanate from a grown human.

Also, the pensive look.  In combination with the eyes, the pensive look has been known to melt a grown man into complete mush and incoherence.

BEWARE of the little woof.  We cannot express enough the absolute control the Shih Tzu will have over you if it utilizes the little woof. The little woof has been known to level entire cities of people to utilizing “oojie poojie” as a form of communication.

This breed of toy doggies will control the world if we are not vigilant in our defense.

Dood, you’re such a camera hog.  I swear, one time you make it on cuteoverload and you go all prima donna on me. GAWD!

And then one day, “they” showed up.  A criminal element the small bar had never seen or experienced, the Gang Of Three clearly had bad attitudes, bad breathe, and bad intentions.

“Where’s the milk, er..beer?” The toughest one asked to a scared bartender who trembled behind the soda fountain.  “And tell me you have a good rubber ducky or fuzzy wooby for us, otherwise we’re takin’ out the new pair of sneakers we found in a box by the door.  And the box.  And the table cloth that’s hangin’ low enough to get at.” He said with a little woof.

“Yeah, where’s the milk?” His tough looking partner asked.  “And I don’t want no rubber ducky, cause the squeaks scare me.. I want a wool sock!”

The “Gang of  Three” have controlled our lives ever since.

Look deeply into my eyes.

You cannot resist the cuteness.

You cannot escape the button nose.

Don’t try to move, or I will do the little “woof.”

The little “woof” does it all the time.

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Resistance is Futile.