Friday, January 23, 2015


Dr. Bonnie Wright and the intruders
I am THE Chihuahua right? I represent the best in all Chihuahuas. It seems hard for me to believe that there has been a breach at my Mom’s work. Last week there were other little dogs who visited for the day when I wasn’t there. Let me give you some background on this development. 

There is a new Doctor at Colorado Canine Orthopedics. Her name is Dr. Bonnie Wright and she is pretty amazing. She can do all kinds of cool dog stuff: she does canine pain management, rehab and acupuncture (not sure what that is, but it sounds cool). I am sure she has a whole list of board certified Doctor skills and I know we are lucky to have her. 

However, she has brought with her three Chihuahuas. They were the intruders at my Mom’s work the other day. I know no one thought I would find out, but I am very resourceful and I have my spies you know.

I am most disturbed by this Chihuahua infestation. I know it may come down to a little dog squabble and I think I am ready. I have been practicing on the girls at my house and I think I can take all three of the enemy at once! 
They look cute, but don't be deceived!

Are you with me? Come on, I need some inspiration here and some support form my fans. Maybe I should start selling T-shirts and hats and such………


Wright On!

Friday, January 16, 2015


Chuck's Ball - Colorado Canine Orthopedics
"This is my big ball. You need to get your own!"
I hope that in the beginning of this New Year you are able to find something that makes you inspired. I hope that you search out something that makes you happy. My hope is that you have lots of laughter and joy while doing something that you really love. 

I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that those words of inspiration didn’t really come from me and I am going to tell you that food is all you really need. Tempting as it is, that is not the purpose of this particular joy filled blog. Just remember whether you actually laugh or in some cases wag your tail, you need to find a distraction from the stresses of life. 

I know for myself that my life is very stressful when I am waiting for dinner and one of my furry family members slows down the process. Or when I am trying to take a much needed siesta and one of the big dogs sound the UPS man alert and then it turns out to be a false alarm. I don’t have much patience for that kind of thing. I am sure that you are searching yourself right now for the things that stress you out. 

My suggestion is to find yourself a really big squeaky ball, have someone throw it for you, toss it around while squeaking that ball like you mean it. This will reduce your stress level completely. It will also encourage others to leave you alone since they will think that you are weird. I think this will work for you. Let me know!


Little Squeaker

Thursday, January 8, 2015


I overheard my Mom the other day say “a little bit nippy” and I just have this to say:
I am a little dog and sometimes I can’t help myself. There are times when I just can’t control myself and I get a little bit nippy. If you do something I don’t like, my first instinct is to take a little bite. If you put your hand near my mouth and it doesn’t have any food in it, you can’t blame me for giving you a little chomp. If you wake me out of a sound sleep and disturb my frolicking dreams, I might just take a little nip of your finger or whatever body part I can reach. We little dogs are known nippers you know! It isn’t fair for anyone to judge me for my nippiness. Is that even a word? It sounds like happiness doesn’t it?
OK so I just found out my Mom was talking about the weather. Who knew?
Never Mind.

Little Nipper

No longer nippy...

Thursday, January 1, 2015


No this is not a spelling error or a typo. (Easy to do typos when you are typing with four different dog paws, but not this time!) You may be thinking about your big plans for the New Year. You may be thinking about things that you want to accomplish this year that will make you feel good about yourself and your footprint on the planet. I on the other hand have my year already planned out and I have no obstacles or need for willpower and nothing will get in my way. I will be partaking in my second favorite activity, which is NAPPING. Yes it is my New Year’s resolution to catch as many ZZZZZ’s as I possibly can in between meals. This may sound lazy to you, but who cares what you think. I will be busy dreaming of chasing small rodents and leftover pizza. I will be snuggly and warm with no pressing agenda items or squabbles with family or co-workers. Just me and my big blanket keeping me covered from nose to tail. I will on occasion have to remind my bedmates to get off me or to move over, but I am ok with that. I let out a couple of snarly noises and the girls usually leave me alone. I don’t want to be the one to tell you what your goals should be for the New Year. Never mind, I DO want to be the one to tell you what to do since it is my blog. I am just thinking that maybe you are a little jealous of my goal. I just wanted to let you know that I am actually OK sharing with you as long as you are not planning on napping with me. If you have your own big blanket, feel free to use my New Year’s resolution, but please don’t expect this from me every year. You need to come up with your own ideas every now and then.


Blanket Hog
Is dinner ready?

Thursday, December 25, 2014


I’m still waiting.

I know that last week I wanted to be Santa, but none of that had actually been implemented so I was still expecting Santa to maintain his normal duties until he received other instructions. His normal duties would include bringing gifts to ME. I am sure that my name is high up on his list of deliveries. I am sure that I would not be forgotten due to my celebrity status. I am practically a household name and certainly a topic of discussion at most dinner tables during the evening meal. I know there are kids who depend on Santa too, but they don’t have a blog and they have probably been naughty and are undeserving of any gifts from the big guy in the red suit. I on the other hand have been a portrait of goodness, a saintly Chihuahua if you will. This means rewards at Christmas time. I would gladly accept one of those big stockings with all of the cool dog treats and toys and stuff. I would also take non-perishable canned goods with a preference toward Tuna or canned ham. Stick a bow on one of those cans and I have myself a fine Christmas present. Hopefully, you have been paying attention to what I need since it looks like Santa is up for a pink slip if you know what I mean. (I don’t even know what I mean.) Anyway, I must beseech you, my many blog fans, out of the goodness of your hearts, to bring me some stuff! If I wait much longer, it will be Christmas again and I will be really snarky due to hunger pains. Thank you for your attention to this matter!


Chimney Checker

My Mom keeps lighting fires in fireplace and I keep barking I'm 
WAITING for Santa to come down the chimney.
 Maybe Santa will just toss a fireproof can of ham down the chimney. 
I understand that fire is involved in the making of this tasty meat,
 anyhow…I'll need a can opener though.

Thursday, December 18, 2014


I have been working on a little tradition-changing project. It is called “Chuck’s Very Merry Christmas as Santa. “ In MY Christmas story, Santa is ME and I go around and tell people what I want for Christmas! I know. It is a cute little twist on the whole Santa thing, but I think it makes way more sense. It is all about the math. If there is only one Santa and everyone tells him what they want, there is room for a mistake or two. If I am Santa and I tell everyone what my gifts should be, there is a good chance that I am going to score big on Christmas Day. Let me break this down for you…
One Santa- (trying to by gifts for the whole world) versus:
Me as Santa- (the whole world buying gifts for me), I like it! I think this Christmas will be the best ever! I have put together a little picture party of me as Santa visiting with my friends who now know what I want for my presents. I did repeat some requests just to be sure. Like HAM. You can’t ever have too much ham.

Merry Christmas

Hey slip me some HAM Mam.
I love me some HAM.
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's SUPER HAM.

You just ate HAM didn't you? Come on give it back!
I've loved HAM since I was a baby...
If I come down your chimney,
will there be HAM & milk waiting for me?

This is the Doc I come to see when I can't find any HAM
and I accidentally eat my blanket.
Where did I leave the HAM?

Thursday, December 11, 2014


So I heard from Cayenne who heard from Sabre who heard from Dutchess that my Mom told someone at work that I am a jerk! Do I look like a jerk to you? I think not. Why would my Mom think that huh? I have racked my little dog brain trying to figure it out and each time I think I might have an idea I dismiss it as ridiculous. I have come up completely empty pawed on this one. Maybe one of my blog fans can figure it out for me. It is tough having to ask for help but if you have heard something through the grapevine, I would appreciate you cluing me in on the scoop! It should be difficult for my Mom to talk behind my back since I am so short and cute, but it sounds like she found a way to do it and I am at a loss for barks.
I had better hurry up and get my stunt double in case my Mom decides to start reprimanding me. I don’t really know what the consequences are for being a jerk. I will for sure need my double for the treat deprivation or public shaming to come and you can't expect me to take any friendly taps on my hind end can you? I didn't think so.

Clueless Jerk
Look my Mom is getting ready to pat my butt.
Can I even say butt in a blog? …pat my backside, how's that.