April 9, 2009
Chihuahua Custody Battle in Texas
A mother and daughter are locked in a custody battle in a Galveston County Justice of the Peace court over Noonie, a 2-year-old Chihuahua.
LaCaze claims her daughter sold her the dog in October for $400. Alleman said she can’t be held accountable for giving up the dog because she was drunk at the time.
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The drunk defense! The drunk defense!
Amy, one of my best friends is a retired lawyer who does legal reporting of Galveston County court cases. I’m gonna get the inside scoop from her!
“We were all drunk,” Alleman said. “I had to be driven home.”
Lucy, this drama is playing out on the Texas Coast–not to be confused with North Texas or West Texas. Their lipstick is entirely different.
If it please the court, I agree with Alleman. I mean, come on–we’ve all sold dogs when we were drunk.
Also, I still want a dog that is half bull dog/ half chihuahua–a bullwawa.
I was sold by a cat when the cat was on crack. That’s how I got here.
Oh, Cindy, I think Lucy was alluding to a question I asked about the Bauman-Mabli dogs.
But it is true that Gulf Coastal lipstick is different.
By the way, the friend from whom I aim to get the inside scoop is the woman from whom I (and we) learned of “I don’t want your bourgeois divorce“. So you know that if it is good, she’ll get it.
I want to hear you say bullwawa, Cindy.
I agree with Cindy. I’m sure many people have sold their children off while intoxicated. She should get little Noonie back!
But, hell, it don’t matter who alluded to what or when! Long as that lady gets lil’ Noonie back, like Amy said.
Bullwawa
I thought it was chiwobble.
Thank you, Cindydarlin.
Chiwobble.
Chiwobble. What’s that, half chihuahua/half turkey?
But they still gave the cat custody of me when she sobered up the following wednesday, so there is hope.
Pierre is a chihuahua/bulldog mix.
Hey, do any of y’all remember that NY Times article about the pet-finder in the Hamptons? It was a good while back, about a Long Island woman who specializes in helping vacationing summerfolks find their lost pets. What I recall vividly is her disgust over the fact that Julian Schnabel’s son could not correctly spell the word chihuahua.
Pierre! A bullwawa! He doesn’t look quite like I envisioned the mix, but he’s French, so I guess it’s all okay.
Lucy, did your cat custodian teach you to hunt?
Julian Schnabel’s son could not correctly spell the word chihuahua.
That would put me over the edge, you betcha.
I have been taught to Entertain The Cat.
It really made the woman mad, Cindy. I bet you’d like her.
Is that code? Are we back to the Colorado nastiness again? I can’t trust you people.
I was referring to Lucy’s post. Though Sheila might be speaking in code at any time. I’ve learned.
Hell, Cindy, I could be speaking in tongues!
Well, Lucy, to Entertain the Cat is the principal thing. Along with Not Disturbing the Sleeping Cat.
Lucy’s post? Christ! Have you been going through my letterbox again, Cindy? This is getting fucking ridiculous, Cindy. I told you I keep the porn in Mike Dresser’s facebook profile picture.
I meant Lucy’s comment. Yeah, that’s the word–comment.
Fecksake you can call my post a comment and my comment a post. But if you do insist on rooting through my letterbox I will kindly ask you to leave me some remarkable cake and a nice pot of tea.
Call yourself an archivist and you can be paid to root through people’s post.
I am being whisked away…
Bye! Say hi to Tar and to the cats.
Public Notice: I, Cindy Scroggins, have no interest in Lucy Foley’s “letterbox.”