We have a little 2 1/2 lbs chihuahua named Momo who is two years old. We named her Momo after the little flying lemur on Avatar: The Last Airbender (as awesome television program kinda destroyed by M. Night Shalaman. Or like my husband likes to call him, Shalamanadingdong). Momo the chihuahua is so dang cute and so dang small that my sister-in-law once asked us "where do the batteries go?"
Like any one who owns a dog, Momo has become more than just a pet. As much as we love Momo, she is more like our Muse. We have given her so many different names over the past two years. Obi Momo-Kanobi. Momo-neto. Captain Momo Picard of the USS Momo-prise. There have been so so many. So many wonderful names and incarnations for our little chihuahua. When it snows, she becomes a MomoAssassin: you wont see her coming till you see the blacks of her eyes!
Her newest name is Wonder Momo! Princess of the Momozans! With her Momo Lasso of Truth and Invisi-Momo Jet, she thwarts evil! I can see her in a little Wonder Woman outfit and it sends me into a fit of giggles.
This is courtsey of my husband. He is wonderful. And so is Momo the Chihuahua. She puts up with some much silliness.