Hannah and Blondie

We have been considering getting another dog. My theory, hope, is that if Sydney had a friend to play with she might calm down a little. Sydney weighs in at a buff 75 pounds, so I really would like this second dog to be in the smaller, more manageable range. I met a woman, Colleen, who rescues strays from local shelters. This woman is a SAINT! At this moment she has 25 dogs freely roaming in her beautiful home. Her specialty is the lap dog variety. I went with a friend to check out her pack and came home with Blondie. Blondie is a mutant chihuaha who thinks he is a rottweiler. I have to say it was extremely difficult getting Blondie out of Colleen's house without clothing. Colleen is a firm believer that small dogs should be fully accessorized before going out in public. Since I find it difficult to accessorize myself before I leave the house, odds are slim that I will be dressing my dog. Colleen was chasing me down the street waving a 'manly' blue fleece coat as I drove away.
Blondie proved to be a great little dog who kept Sydney on her toes. Unfortunately, we could not make this match work. The dealbreaker proved to be the underground fence we had installed. I quickly realized that I cannot have a dog that is too small to wear a collar. The adventure really began when we went to return Blondie to Colleen's. My two girls fought over who got to hold him in the car, so to give them a little more time I ran some errands instead of going directly to his foster home. We stopped to look at a house that was in, surprise, foreclosure, and the girls got out to look at the pool, leaving Blondie in the car. When I said it was time to go it became a mad dash to get back to the car to grab the coveted seat next to the dog. My daughter Hannah won the race. She slid in, grabbed the dog and grinned victoriously at her sister Hailey. It was then that Hailey started screaming and gagging and I noticed a noxious odor. Blondie had had diarrhea on the car seat, and Hannah, in her zeal had slid right through it. Upon realizing that her behind was covered in doggy doo she scrambled to get out and firmly planted her hands in the poop, slid forward and landed in it. All the while Hailey is wretching outside of the door, and I am in the front seat laughing so hard I am trying not to pee. Hannah was COVERED, but her pants were the worst. I told her we would have to take the pants off and she would ride home in her panties. This is so Hannah, she looked at me in horror, she had no panties on!! Her explanation, she forgot to put them on that morning. I cleaned the car as best I could, wrapped Hannah in a towel and beelined for Colleen's. Hailey would only sit on the floor and continued to moan and groan about the smell, Hannah was crying and Blondie was barking, and I was still laughing. We got to Colleen's and she wasn't home so I opened the front door shoved Blondie in slammed the door and took off.
I am rethinking the second dog idea.