Oh Jesus. My mother has a tiny little Chihuahua now, too. She and my dad are turning into "those kinds" of old people. House filled with dogs and cats and lizards and such. While we were allowed a dog, it was only one dog for many years and NO CATS, Dad's allergic doncha know (so am I, but I deal with it). Horses always stay outside, so do pigs and chickens, ok, I get that because I remember how badly it went when I had my first pony during our first El Nino winter and I took her into the garage, not realizing she would SHIT ALL OVER the place and try to eat everything she could wrap her pony lips around.
Fish stay in tanks, and so did my frog, which my mother let loose and then insisted, "It got away!" when I went and said, "Mom! Where's my frog?" See, I introduced her to it one morning when she was on her way to work and for some reason it pissed all over her. And who knew frogs have such gigantic bladders? I'm sure it didn't get away all by itself.
Now she's got ponds full of turtles, tanks full of lizards and crickets, a house full of dogs and cats and we were never allowed that stuff, so it kinda makes me say, "WTF, Mom..?? And what's up with all these God damned little dogs, anyway..???" The one terrier they have, Pogo, he *is* pretty fucking cute and just too smart, though. But her Chi? Give me a break, what's next? Clothes and purses to carry her in and then it's birthday cakes and where do you draw the line?
As for the breeding, she actually took her female (bitch?) to the local shop to breed with the owner's male (stud? stallion? The Lizard Stallion..?) since her beautiful guy won't make it with the ladies.
What is happening to my family? I still remember us back in 1974, so clearly!