Elsie the chihuahua had a throw down with the Dammit Doll

In my birthday box from mom was this Dammit Doll with the attached poem:

When you want to throw the phone
or kick the desk and shout,
Here's a little Dammit Doll
You cannot do without


Grasp it firmly by the legs
and find a place to slam it,
As you whack the stuffing out, yell
DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT


Elsie is very upset that I am even remotely considering adopting this cutie pie:



15 pounds of Italian Greyhound. He was running wild around an apartment complex in Tampa and Liz rescued him. We haven't met him yet but are told he is very sweet. He even knows the 'tell me a secret' game... How is that possible?