There's a good number of purse dogs in our neighborhood. The other day I took Hobie down to the play area in the courtyard of the apartment complex. We saw a little Chihuahua who wanted to smell Hobie. Hobie froze up a little bit, and then hesitantly engaged in a little butt-sniffing.
I asked the guy what his dog's name was.
"LV."
I paused for a second. "From the brand?"
"Yes."
The guy then went on to say something about his girlfriend, but I didn't pay attention. The thought of a small dog being named after Louis Vuitton purses was just too funny.
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