You would love my Em, she's a 17lb dragon that wiggles from head to toe when she's particularly pleased with her ferociousness.
Sounds like my kinda pooch. My last doggo was a teacup chihuahua who lived with me for a little while a few years back. My girlfriend at the time fell in love with her at the breeder and it was hard to blame her, really. She was absolutely adorable with her apple shaped head and light tan coat. No bigger than a small honeydew melon. I think my girlfriend was more in love with the idea of having a puppy because when it came time to bring her home and train her, she made all of the most common mistakes. The task of crate training fell upon me and we did have a fantastic time together. My girlfriend named her Evie and I picked up a cool little carrier for her and toted her everywhere for the few weeks I had her. We were a fixture at happy hour at the local and the bartender always had a treat for her and a martini glass full of water for her to drink on the bar. Hilarious.
It quickly became obvious that she was going to be too much for my girlfriend to handle, though. On the first night after I gave her back, when she was finally used to sleeping in the crate, I got a hysterical phone call at 3am. My girlfriend gave in to the whimpering and let Evie sleep in the bed with her. Of course, she dropped a dookie right next to her since she was so exited to be in the bed and honestly, still too tiny to jump down to the floor. My building didn't allow dogs, otherwise I would have kept her. After interviewing several candidates, I found her a great home with a young family and a new mom who had past experience with chihuahuas. I was sad to see her go but it was definitely the best thing for her. I stayed in contact for a few months and it sounded like they were having a great time together.