Her name is Trouble Helmsley. Actually, she is just a little white dog that belonged to the now dead "queen of mean" Leona Helmsley. She was such an angry woman she left only 2 million dollars of her estate to her 4 grandchildren (actually 2 were stiffed), and 12 million dollars to Trouble.
I could marry Trouble. The dog is worth bucks. She is as low maintanence as any bitch ever was. A bowl of kibble and a walk every day. She won't hang underwear in the shower, flirt with gangsters, or run up your credit cards. If you told Trouble you were going to take $10,000 dollars out of the checking account, go to Costa Rica and bang Colombianas for a week, Trouble would wag her tail and lick your fingers.
I need a girl like that one.
