I’ll give Tori Spelling this much credit: when she decided to jump on the pooch-in-a-handbag phenomenon that took Hollywood by storm a few years ago, she confined her evil ways to just one poor doggie rather than an entire procession of bitter chihuahuas and other tiny bowwows unable to register their protest without risking an international reputation as a biter.
Of course, she then named that poor pug Mimi LaRue, dressed it in atrocious costumes and dragged it everywhere that the paparazzi roam. On the plus side, Mimi is still alive instead of starving to death in her forgetful owner’s closet – a fate that reportedly befell the animals of an unnamed Hollywood monster. (Feel free to guess who that might be though.)
Below, more sad pictures of a disgruntled Mimi on various red carpets. (Hint: She’s the one with the “Kill me now” expression on her face.) I think there’s a special place in hell for anyone who makes their poor dog wear that Wizard of Oz monstrosity in pic#5. Any moment now, she’s gonna turn to some bystander and snap, “Whatchu looking at pal?” coz you know her breaking point is near.
Click here for more pics of other doggies whose owners think it’s cute to make them the laughingstock of the neighborhood park. Aww. If it’s so wrong, why am I snickering?