HIGH RISE CHUCK

I am what like 6 feet tall? I could be looking at a new basketball career!

I like me as a taller dog. I am regal and impressive. I am intimidating and imposing. I can see it now….. All of the big dogs running from me in fright because I am bigger and better. I will now be able to see out windows and leap easily onto the big bed. I can jump onto the counter and snarf up all of my Dad’s prepared meals while his back is turned. I can open the refrigerator with ease and gobble up the cold snacks. I can almost reach the peephole on the front door and look that UPS guy right in the eye when he tries to sneak those packages onto my porch. Then I will bark and howl and he will drive off swiftly leaving a cloud of dust or snow depending on the season. I will be able to fill my own treat ball and get it down from the shelf that it sits on. Yes, I like my tallness. (Is that a word?) Who cares, I am tall now, I can do anything! Irish Wolfhounds beware…tall Chuck is here!

Chuck

Delusional Chihuahua 

SHORT DOG DISCRIMINATION

There are just too many things that we little short dogs can’t do. We can’t get the food off of the counter unless someone pick us up and lets us scamper across it without interruption. I can reach dog underparts, but not so much with people. I see the big dogs do it all of the time so it must be fun, plus people don’t seem to like it so that sounds even more fun to me. We can’t jump in the car when it is time to go for a ride or jump out when we have reached our destination. We aren’t able to catch a frisbee as it would probably knock us out cold and don’t even try a baseball or a full size tennis ball….ouch! No fence jumping to look for greener pastures or other trouble that might exist outside the yard. You are probably wondering why I am even bringing this up, so here is the scoop. My friend Sabre had to have surgery on his throat and he needs to eat and drink with his food elevated. I was running around the kitchen and discovered these new high rise dishes and I tried to get up there to get me some food! Who wouldn’t right? Well not happening. I am just too short. I don’t like the word NO or the concept of not being able to do whatever I want to do. This is one of those times that I am denied! Please don’t cry, I am still holding out hope that a late birthday present will arrive. The step stool has become my most desired present. If you were busy last week for my birthday and are just now scrambling to get my gift, get me a step stool please! It should maybe have smaller steps, but more of them with carpet on them so my little feet don’t slip. I have to get up to those dishes!!!! Time is of the essence……

You do realize that I can't reach these dishes right?

CHUCK

Steppin Up

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Will you be my Valentine?
and then you can buy me something from my Birthday list!
You wrote stuff down right? It is spelled H  A  M!

On February 16^th, I will be turning sweet 6! If you ask my Mom, she thinks I am still acting like 6 months instead of 6 years. She is constantly awed and bewildered by my lack of maturity and personal growth as a dog. I still have ALL of my bad habits that I had at 6 months of age and I have added some new ones to my repertoire. I think that shows growth and maturity don’t you? I am just young at heart and I think that is an excellent trait for an aging 6 year old. I am hoping for a big birthday cake with my name written on top and candles made of Milk Bones. I would also like a can opener, an I-Phone, a portable heater and a step stool so that I can reach the handle on the refrigerator. Maybe a cooler filled with some tasty Chihuahua snacks, like ham! Are you writing this down? Please take a moment to do so. And just for the record, this is the first time I am mentioning my birthday in my blog, so we have some making up to do in the present department. I think that this blog should be retroactive so you owe me 6 presents. Yes you. Please do RUSH shipping or whatever to get my gifts to me on time. I am not having a public party this year, but maybe next year. I will then be able to add to my list of naughtiness and show off my personal growth.

CHUCK

Birthday Boy

PS: I am allowed to have more than one cake! Like maybe 6…….

TIME OUT!

Here's me at the beginning of my dream

I did it again…. I slept through the entire Super Bowl. I wanted to be awake during the potato chip eating section. I wanted to be included in the beer slurping contest. (Small Chihuahua beer mug for me please). I wanted to be there to do my Chihuahua ROAR when Katy Perry sang the tiger song. I would have even gotten a tiger outfit so that my roar would be more realistic. I wanted to bark my praise and howl my protests on the good and bad plays. I wanted to run circles around the living room on the touch down celebrations. 

All of these moments slipped by as I dreamed of chasing squirrels and stealing their food. I dreamt of big buffet tables full of my favorite snacks and treats and maybe there was a large ham at the center of the table. I don’t really remember now, but it was pretty good. Maybe my dreams were better than all of the Super Bowl stuff. 

There was only one winner in my dreams and it was ME! No overtime or coin tosses needed.  Sometimes our dreams are better than the real thing don’t you think? That is why they say “DREAM BIG”. This works for even small dogs like me.

CHUCK

Little Dreamer

This bag of chips is intercepted by ME

In my dream, the Broncos are actually in the Super Bowl and I am unstoppable in getting my potato chips!