Chihuahua kuntrattur?

Careful… it could be one of JPO’s special agents in disguise…

No – his is a proper Chihuahua. This one is mixed with something else. It has obvious Chihuahua genes, but is a lot stockier and bigger.

Mhux il-kelb ta’ JPO hux? Keskisulek?

Staffordshire bull terrier, not pitbull.

And amazingly, yes – they’re ignoring it completely. And these are dogs which bark like mad at the terrapins they see every day, and out of whose jaws I routinely have to prise hedgehogs.

To all CHOM participants residing at any hotel along Dragonara Road and in the vicinity of St George’s Bay, it is our displeasure to announce that this time around there will be no bananas from Arkadia (for the puff puff), and neither will there be any banana puff puff at any of the Paceville clubs (because they’ll be shut)

Well, I must confess that I don’t really like the poor thing.

I wrote recently that the only dogs I can’t abide are Chihuahua types, and then this one turns up. I hope I am not going to have to get to like it, and that its owner is found.

At least my dogs don’t mind it at all, so that’s one problem I don’t have to deal with.

Perhaps I should give the chairman of the Malta Council for Science and Technology a call and see if he wants it.