A Chiwawa called Bobelientje

I had the strangest dream a couple of nights ago. I dreamt I had a dog. A dog called Bob or preferably Bobelientje...and he was a Chiwawa. A naughty little thing, mind you...but...er...a Chiwawa none the less. I woke up wondering what this could possibly mean. The only thing I could come up with was that I kind of like a man named Bob, he lives just around the corner of my street, wears wooden shoes, loves old moterbikes and I suspect him to be an Archeologist. But such a big man can hardly fit in a Chiwawa. I have to come up with a better theory then this one I suppose.