Eastwick Goes International

I took one of my dogs on a walk this morning, and we ran into Isabella Rossellini. We were strolling by a neighbor's house, and I heard something singing to me. Yes, singing. I looked over, and I saw what appeared to be a small rat in a handmade dog sweater. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the rat looked an awful lot like my dog. We walked even closer, and I noticed that the neighbor was in his yard. I asked if we could come closer, and he said sure. Turns out that he has a dog very similar to mine, and her name is Isabella Rossellini. Here's a pic that is very similar to the dog.

We get closer, and of course my bat shit crazy dog wants to start growling and spitting. She's normally very nice and friendly, but it's the first time she's ever encountered something that was smaller than her. I'm assuming this is the same shame that parents feel when their kid decides to sock another one right in the face for no reason. In my defense, I adopted her because she had very little time left at the shelter. No one had come to visit her, and she just wasn't that pretty. Of course, she was terribly sweet, and it turns out that she's also very loyal. Anyway, I really thought that we had met a little friend, and a famous one at that, but we did not. My dog wasn't having it, so we left little Isabella behind.

Here's a pic of my sweet puppy and some info about her.

Hair: barely any

Teeth: really fucked up, but cute

Eyes: bulging

Hobbies: tearing the stuffing out of toys, dominating the other dog by humping him, and licking her bean like she's Jenna Jameson in a porn film