Horsin’ Around…..

Sassy

There are lots of choices when you are looking for something smaller than usual. There are mini-vans and mini-doughnuts and mini-marts, but the best choice for a mini is in the animal world. I myself am a mini-dog. I act sort of like a real dog, but I am really small. I get small bones, small toys, small kibble and a small bed. Where I live, we also have a mini-horse. She is quite a bit bigger than me, but she is super small in the horse world. Like me, she likes her food and has to watch her weight. Like me, she has a little bit of an attitude. Unlike me, she likes to escape from her pen. My Mom calls her Houdini horse. She has escaped many times and our mailman had to call and let us know that she was out running around in someone else’s pasture. I am not quite that adventurous. I like to stay close to my food, I mean my loving family. Her name is Sassy. If I were a girl dog, that could be my name. I am actually surprised that I didn’t get named “Trouble” or “Bad Dog”. Those are just my nick names. Sassy likes to chase the big horses around and she kicks them in the shins with her little horse hooves. I don’t spend much time with her since she likes to kick. If I did hang out with her my new name would be “Chihuahua Football”. I think I like my name better don’t you?

Chuck

Mini-me

Chuck's Idol Chatter

Everyone has a hero right? Even someone as selfish as me can see the benefit of having someone to look up to. (I pretty much have to look up to everyone, but you know what I mean) Sabre is my hero. He is a yellow lab and he runs the house. All of the big dogs know that he is the one in charge so they follow him around and stuff like his servants. I would never tell him how much I want to be like him when I grow up because he doesn’t need any additional admirers. He sometimes acknowledges me with a “get away from me” bark or an “I could eat you in one bite, you little rodent” growl. I think he likes me. He just can’t let the other dogs see him giving me attention and stuff cause they might not respect his Alpha role if we were friends. I did make the mistake a few times of trying to hump his leg. I figured it was my chance to move up the dog ladder of importance. This did not turn out well for me as I got the bark and the growl with a higher intensity than usual. Maybe I will just be Sabre’s secret admirer. I think that will be safer for me.

Chuck

Secret Stalker

Don’t Rock the Boat Chuckie….

So remember in one of my previous blogs, I told you about the rock I ate and that I had to have surgery to take it out. Well….I ate a rock again. Actually, I ate a few rocks. I didn’t have surgery this time, but it wasn’t a very fun experience. It started with me barfing and then my Mom figured out that there was something wrong with me and then she got all worried. She talked about calling one of the doctors that she works with, but it was kind of late. I was doing a lot of down dog, which is my favorite Yoga pose, but in this case, I was just trying to make my stomach feel better. I was burping and my stomach was making all kinds of weird noises. I couldn’t get comfortable and my Mom was really upset. She was going on and on about what I could have eaten. How did she know? Anyway, the next morning I was feeling a little bit better, but still not great. Then it happened. I had to poop. I went outside to focus on my task and there was my Dad watching me. I was a little bit distracted, but I had to finish. When I had finished, I ran inside the house but I saw my Dad going over to MY poop. I couldn’t believe it. I ran back outside and sat by him and there was the evidence to convict me. Right there were the rocks that I had eaten the day before. BUSTED! My Dad then said I was as dumb as a rock. I think that was uncalled for, don’t you? I think that I will focus on dog toys for a while and lay off the rocks. My Mom says that she hopes I learned my lesson. I hope that my parents stop watching me poop.

Chuck

Rock Star 

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

 In my last blog, I told you about my love for cats. I would like to share a cat story with you. My friend Pirate the cat is too shy to tell the story himself, so I offered. He and I are pretty close. Not geographically, but spiritually. He sees me and runs and I can understand his free spirit cause I have one of those too. Anyway, Pirate lives in the garage and has a ton of fun stuff to do. I wish I could get in there more often and find some stuff to eat, but enough about me. This is Pirate’s story and how generous of me to tell it for him. Last summer, my Mom had just fed the cats and came back in the house. It was super windy and the garage door blew open and my cat friends came outside to look around. My Mom saw them and ran outside to get them back in the garage. My snarky friend Dutchess ran out with her and barked at Pirate and scared him and he jumped over the six foot fence and he was gone. My Mom looked everywhere and couldn’t find him. She was super upset. Where we live, cats should never be running around outside because there are Coyotes everywhere. I hear them howling and I hide under my blanket. Back to the story: my Mom had almost given up hope and my Dad said that it was no use, Pirate was gone for good. It had been eleven days since he escaped. On that morning, my Mom went out to feed the horses and Pirate was in the barn. Everyone was so excited to see him, though he didn’t look that excited to see Dutchess. Who knows why? Pirate did not tell me where he was for all that time and I haven’t asked. He is super happy to be home and his story had a happy ending. I love that. But I can’t wait for next week so I can talk about ME again. I bet you can’t wait either!

Chuck

Captain Jack Sparrow       

Cat - O - strophic

I love cats, they like to be chased. At least I think they like me chasing them. I have a few cats in my family and they see me and run the other way. This is their cat-like invitation for me to chase them. Instead of barking, they make this hissing noise which means they are excited to see me. Their fur raises up on their back end which means they are trying to appear bigger than me which gives me a bigger target to chase. Aren’t cats cool? They also do this swiping thing with their paws when they get cornered. I am not sure what that means since that is when my Mom snatches me up and removes me from the game of chase. How unfair is that? It is like the cat is winning by default. Did I mention that I like stealing cat food? That is super fun as well and those cats are so nice to share.

Chuck

Beeline for the Feline

Lucas & I are friends but he doesn't run from me!