Friday, April 17, 2015


I think it is fair to say that I could be a mascot for a sports team. I am energetic, fun and full of charisma! Now it is just finding the right fit for my skills and abilities. Let me know what you think of my possible choices….

I could be a very small horse for the Broncos. I could be a mean looking pig for the Arkansas Razorbacks. (The pig part isn’t much of a stretch you know.) How about a cute happy dolphin swimming around? I don’t know how I could be a red sock, but I could certainly wear one over my head. I could be a cowboy! Yee Haw. I would be a 49er if it meant 49 different types of food would be at my disposal! I guess I couldn't be the fighting Irish, but I could be a fighting Mexican! (Do you think they could create a team for me?)  As you can see from my long list of possibilities, I am ready to be a mascot.
My picture below is me preparing to work for the Colorado Chicks! That is a team right? Maybe it is the Colorado Small Chickens? Could we name it the Chihuahua Chickens? Just a thought.


Chicken Little                                            

Friday, April 10, 2015


Do you ever have those weeks where you just can’t seem to get inspired? Times that you just feel like crawling under your blanket and staying there? Times that you wish that your big mouth housemates would stop barking long enough for you to catch some shut eye? Times that you wish that you could just watch some World Cup Soccer and eat an entire bag of Fritos without hearing “Chuck, put that bag down” or “Chuck, you can’t eat that!” or just plain “NO Chuck!” I think that I might be suffering from spring fever. I am not sure what it is, but it sounds serious. I hope it won’t require surgery! Is it contagious? If I have it, could I give it to you if I were to maybe lick your nose? I mean, I don’t know, I am just asking. Anyway, I am so sorry for my lack of enthusiasm and creativity. As soon as my fever goes away, I will be back to my normal self: getting in trouble and telling you all about it. In fact, I think I might be getting better already. This morning, my Dad opened the blinds and let the sun shine on my bed. I think I might be ready for a little Chihuahua tanning session with drinks and snacks. It is difficult to soak up the sun from underneath my blanket. I guess I will come out for a little while! I might need some ear plugs though just in case someone is yelling at me. Do they make those in my size?

Bipolar Chihuahua
Do I look sick? How would you know if I had a fever? Oh wait, I know the answer to that- never mind! I am pretty sure I am fine!

Friday, April 3, 2015


As a blogger, my post is linked to Facebook. Colorado Canine Orthopedics is my little showcase for the world wide social media outlet. As I continue my knowledge of the computer and internet, I am now becoming very knowledgeable about Facebook. There are little terms that you need to know if you want to navigate it with some understanding of what you are doing. For this week’s blog, I am going to give you the ultimate Chihuahua tour of Facebook so that you can join in the fun of social media. You might want to have a pen and paper ready….
The first thing you need to know is that Facebook was actually named with MY cute face as an inspiration. It’s true!  
The second thing is what happens when you like someone: That means that everyone on Facebook likes me a lot!
The third thing is about sharing: when you share something, it means that you are telling ALL of your friends how COOL I am!
The third lesson for today is about friending someone. This is not an act of violence as one might think. It simply means that too many people want to be MY friend and it overloads Facebook and everything shuts down for awhile. I know it is tragic, but what can I do?
The last thing you need to know is called a Post. This is a large stick of wood that I try to chew on when no one is looking. Honestly, it doesn’t taste very good, but I am not supposed to chew on stuff so that just makes it fun!!!

I hope this has been helpful to you as you venture out into the computer world. If you need a friend, and you want to share your post, you will probably like it! 

Like ME, Share ME, Love ME      
Sometimes I even type with my back feet!
(Of course it is a little bit harder to read)

Friday, March 27, 2015


My name is Daisy! If Chuck asks, you haven't seen me!
It happened again…. There was a little itty bitty tiny Chihuahua at my Mom’s work. The little creature was being carried around like a Princess, even going so far as to hide herself in people’s clothing. This is completely outrageous. I am the only Chihuahua allowed to be pampered and oohed and awwwed over. I am afraid that I am going to have to do something drastic: like hire armed guards to keep out the unwanted Chihuahua visitors.  I am thinking that a few Rottweilers and maybe a German Shepard or two might do the trick. I wonder how much they will charge me to keep out the rif-raf! Before I spend any money on security, maybe I will go with my Mom to work and pee on every surface possible. That should do the trick. It has not worked super well for me at home, but my Mom is always watching me! Why do you think she does that? Anyway, just a warning to the little dogs who are thinking of sneaking into my territory, you are facing security and pee, the likes of which you have never seen!

Armed and Dangerous!

Friday, March 20, 2015


Most of you know that my Mom has adopted a few rescues and that I was less than enthusiastic to have them join our household. You see I just didn’t want to share any affection that I might be getting from my parents with them and I certainly didn’t want them eating any of my food. I don’t look at this so much as selfishness, but self preservation. I will admit that having the new dogs has not been that big of a deal. I am still incredibly spoiled and no one gets anywhere near my food. I would like to think that is because of my fierce demeanor and no nonsense look that I have on my little dog face, but the truth is that my Mom feeds me in the closet. There is no one else in there but me, free to scarf at my leisure. OK so this little story is not supposed to be about me…I just wanted to share with you some cool things that have been happening with one of the rescues named Lacey…..
When she first arrived, she took forever to eat her food. (I offered to help her out a few times.) Now she eats like she graduated from the “Chuck’s School of Feeding Frenzy.”
She would not take treats from my Mom. (I also offered some assistance with this, but my Mom said no.) Now she daintily takes the treat and runs off to eat it and comes back for more.
She would not let anyone pick her up very easily. She would back into a corner and make them come and get her. Now she runs up to my Mom waiting to be picked up and carried around like a show dog!
I don’t think she had ever had toys before. She was scared of them at first and now she has her favorite fuzzy toy and she squeaks it until I am ready to howl!
All of these things add up to a happy dog who is no longer afraid and I actually kind of like having her around. (Please don’t tell her that I said that! I have a reputation you know!)

Happy Tails To You!
Adopt a Shelter Pet!

Friday, March 13, 2015


As a little dog without a watch, I must say that the whole concept of changing the time seems sort of silly. I watch my parents go around and change all of the clocks and I don’t know why. Was there something wrong with the other time? Do we now get something that we didn’t have before because the clocks are different? All I know is if you spend most of your time under a blanket, there is not a big concern over an extra hour of daylight. Day time, night time, who knows, it is dark under my blanket and it stays that way without me having to use my little step stool to change any clocks! Now I will say that we animals are confused as to whether it is dinner time or do we have to wait for a new time? Will we get fed earlier now that the clocks are different? Will we have a bigger dinner since there is so much more light to see what is going in our dishes? These are just some questions frolicking around in my little brain. I don’t expect any answers on this subject because I can’t imagine any reason to give up an entire hour of sleep, EVER! So whatever explanation you give will fall on deaf ears since I can’t hear much under my blanket anyway!

No explanation needed!

Friday, March 6, 2015


As a little dog, it is hard for me to be a pack leader or even a dog of influence, but there is one area that I have had a huge impact on my fellow dogs who share my housing space. You are probably thinking that they all want their own blog. No. You might then think that they wish they could scarf up their dinner as fast as me. No. The next option would be that they wish they could be as popular as me. No. They don’t seem to care about any of those things which is ridiculous of course. They should be envious of me and my success and wish that they could shrink themselves down to a cool Chihuahua size, but they are content with their mundane existence and have no aspirations beyond the next meal. (one that they can’t eat as fast as me) The thing that I am talking about involves howling. When I hear a noise or my parents are coming home, I tilt my little big head back and howl like a practiced coyote. It doesn’t take very long and the big dogs are doing it too. It is like a howling Broadway musical in my house and you can probably hear it from miles away. I am proud of this little influence that I have. I am the lead howler, the instigator and the choir director. It is an important job and I am just the dog to howl up to the plate if you know what I mean!

Little Howler