FURRY JAIL BIRDS

My favorite time of the day is when my Mom lets us out of our little pen so we can play and I get my treat ball. During that time, the other dogs are blocked in another room. It is kind of like they are all in jail and I am free, free, free! So part of me wants to tease them a little bit because I can. I go right up to the gate and they bark at me and get all feisty and I stick my butt up in the air and wag. They even growl at me sometimes and I think they are trying to dominate me from inside their jail cell. So this little fantasy lasts about 25 minutes and then reality returns. The big dogs are out and I am not. It’s ok though cause then I am under my blanket and then I don’t want to be out anyway!

CHUCK

Dog Warden

DO YOU KIND OF FEEL SORRY FOR THEM?
I DON'T!

THE GREATEST GIFT EVER!

A few weeks ago I wrote a blog about our new Doctors with a premonition that they would be giving me some ham since they are both so nice. Well, guess what? They brought me some ham with a note on top with MY name on it. I haven’t been this excited since the last time I ate through the dog food bag while my Mom wasn’t looking. I would like to eat all of the ham at one time, but my Mom is rationing it like we are stranded on an island and only have so much food before we run out. It is my ham. If I want to gorge on my gift, I think that should be my choice don’t you. Of course, I might get sick and end up in the ICU again…….Maybe we should ration my ham. Anyway, it is the best gift ever and it is good that my Mom will make me make my ham last longer. Please read that last sentence a few times. It really does make sense I promise!

CHUCK

Disciplined in Food Rationing

I AM SO EXCITED I CAN'T EVEN PUT MY EARS UP!

DOMESTIC DISPUTE

So I started this new thing that I do where I attack Lacey after we get our evening snacks. The purpose of this little show of bravado is to scare her away from any lingering snacks that she might have. I think this is a good tactic and sometimes I am rewarded with a little morsel. Now my Mom isn’t happy with this new behavior and has started using the squirt bottle on me. Can you believe that? She sprays me right in the face sometimes. This is not fair and I think that she needs to stay out of our little Chihuahua disputes. Lacey gets a little snarky when I do this so she is standing up for herself. Where is there harm in this new found spat? And the squirt bottle of all things. Why doesn’t she just yell like she usually does? I can easily ignore that, but the cold water hitting my delicate face is just too much. I will have to find a new way to sneak some extra snackage. After reading this blog, you could let my Mom know that the squirt bottle needs to be used on the big dogs only and not on little bitty helpless me!

CHUCK

Water Abused

HOLD THE SQUIRTER....I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING!

HAMLESS FOOTBALL

So the Broncos are off and running…..literally. They actually picked a new Quarter Back and it wasn’t me. I am just a little bit offended, but the truth is they probably couldn’t afford my ham habit. They probably looked at their budget and added up the dollars it would take to keep me happy in ham and they just couldn’t do it. I guess I will watch the games and cheer them on because there is a strong chance that I will get some potato chips while watching the game. I want to keep the door open for my place on the team just in case they have a change of heart and really want me. It would be bad if I didn’t know all of the team stats or have a handle on all of the players. Just think how cool it would be if you turned on your TV one day for the big game and saw ME in my little helmet and puffy pants. The ratings would probably be so high that all of the teams would want me ham and all!

CHUCK

Ham Fan

WAS THAT MY POTATO CHIP THAT YOU JUST ATE?

MOO ON OVER.......

I am rethinking my choice of being a rooster. Some new information has come my way and I am re-evaluating my job opportunities and trying to make the best choice for me. I was looking across the street from my house and I noticed all of the cows happily munching away all day long. They are eating all the time and I thought to myself “I could do that!” Just think…. No breakfast or dinner, just one never ending extended buffet. Of course I wouldn’t be able to just eat grass. I was thinking more along the lines of ham with some other stuff thrown in there. Do cows eat ham? If they don’t, they probably should. Does it really matter what I eat? I could still be a cow and just change the menu a little bit. I would also be able to roam free and not worry about being chased down by one of my parents. I did not see any of the cows running away from there owners. There would be lots of space, freedom and food. I think this might be the answer to my little Chihuahua prayers. It is nice to know that someone is listening. Watch out cows, I am taking over the pasture.

CHUCK

Cowabunga!

LOOK, WE COULD BE RELATED!