I admit it, I have two chihuahuas. I always feel like it is my dirty little secret. To be a blonde girl living in New York with any sort of toy breed makes you seem a bit precious. And the last thing I want is to be precious. Having said all of that please meet my little muffin tops of fluff and bulgy eyes Humphrey and Baxter! They are two little girls with boys names…I couldn’t very well have Cupcake and Princess Pants, that would have been too much.
Baxter is a short hair chihuahua. she’s sweet and eager and throws up all of the time.
Humphrey, a long hair chihuahua, is a bit more reserved, doesn’t ever throw up and makes cute grunting sounds a lot.
When they aren’t looking out the window and policing the streets of the West Village (Humphrey literally hurls herself at the window in a fit of yappy rage every time she sees a dog walking on the street below her) they come into the gallery with me.
I pack them in a bag and off we go.
Most of the time they sleep under my desk, occasionally they man the front door and sometimes they just like to look at the art.
Humphrey has a better head for numbers.
So you can see that they embody perfection.