Don’t you think Paris Hilton’s missing Chihuahua, Tinkerbelle, took the first opportunity it saw to flee (if you’ll pardon the expression) from its coddled life of cashmere collars and Jimmy Choo sticks, er, booties to find his inner dog? Being carried around next to cellphone and makeup in the trendy handbag of the minute might have sent him yapping to, say, Mexico in search of family and a real reality that doesn’t involve traveling in a pink truck with a recovering junkie and a camera crew. When those thugs broke into the Hilton sisters’ house not long ago and took all the valuables, don’t you think Tinkerbelle, twitching and trembling in that way chihuahuas have, looked longingly at them and beseeched with its eyes, “Take me with you, por favo-o-o-or“? Oh, the sad lot of children and beasts of celebrities – it’s a life they didn’t choose. And with all that rich bitch’s money, she’s offering only $5,000 reward for Tink’s return?
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