Over and over again the dogs in the pound went to the Chihuahua with problems. She was the one in charge. She was the one with the best living quarters and the best food. It was her job to find solutions. But, she never did. Little Chihuhua lived in fear of making the wrong choice. Don't get me wrong, she didn't care how this choice affected others, she worried that a bad decision would come back to haunt her.
The little dogs were left to find solutions on their own. When the solutions worked out well, she took full credit, never mentioning the true problem solvers. But, when things went wrong, she was quick to throw the dogs who came up with these decisions under the bus.
The pound is in trouble. Chihuahua has deputized many of the new dogs to help her run the place. But, power has gone to the head of these inexperienced pups. Chaos is ruling. Chihuahau is sitting at her desk, bug eyes staring, never blinking while things fall apart around her.