And her little dog, too!

Dorothy started something ugly when she put Toto in that picnic basket all those years ago.

I'm so tired of seeing women with little dogs in purses everywhere I go.

Walk into any store (particularly a clothing store) and you'll see at least one woman walking around with a chihuahua or minpin or some kind of 'poo as she browses through sweaters, slacks (yes, I said slacks), and purses.

These dogs' delicate paws rarely touch the ground; their "mommies" carry them everywhere. How happy can these furry little baby stand-ins be?

What are these women missing in their lives that makes them want to carry things that can (and likely do) poo in their purses?

And what happened to the no-animal policy that nearly all stores used to have??? It's not like these furballs are service animals.

It's creepy. It's right up there with women who carry on long phone conversations in public restrooms.