Hold my hair

My roommate's daughter and her Chihuahua have been squatting with us for the last month....because she's afraid of bugs. Not the dog, the kid.

A long haired version, not the kid, the dog, is so ugly, it's cute. Big eyes that need to be shoved back into its miniscule skull, lips that get caught on its razor-like, double row of shark teeth and a feather duster for a tail.

It has a tendency to yak. I assume it has something to do with grooming its own long hair....like a puffy Persian feline that gets the frequent hairball.
As a result, we often hear retching at the most inopportune moments and in bad, bad places (well, is there REALLY a good time and place for vomit?). To avoid further gag-inducing cleanup, it's scooped and swooped into the bathroom where it is unceremoniously held over the toilet bowl....and she holds back the ear hair....of the dog, not the kid.