Britney goes to the dogs, and vice-versa

So Britney Spears has gone and spent $1600 to buy a chihuahua puppy, and untold thousands since on designer clothes and accessories and super-prime-choice steak for it. Now, chihuahuas are annoying, weird-looking, yappy little beasts, and I harbor no fondness towards them; still, seeing one clutched in the unsanitary arms of Britney Spears, wearing a hella-ugly coat that probably cost more than most of my clothing, stirs sympathy as well as scorn within me.

Me: That poor dog. It doesn't know it's going to be the highest-class member of that family.



J.: Yes, it's going to be the only one licking its own genitals.

(Whereupon we both laughed so loud we scared the bird, and J. seemed genuinely surprised at his own cattiness. [Can you describe a guy as "catty," or is it limited to women?])