Watermelon Withdrawal

It is summer time, which means fruit, fruit and more fruit. I love all kinds of fruit and beg for it frequently. When my Mom pulls out the strawberries, I am waiting. When she pulls out the cantaloupe, I am waiting. I wish I could go to the store with her and have my pick of all the fine fruit selections. Maybe she could pretend that I am a service dog and I could get a little vest that says not to bother me because I am working. I would be working hard at getting some fruit. Watermelon is probably my favorite since it is so tasty. The only problem with watermelon is the container that it comes in. I can’t bite or scratch my way through it and if I try too hard, it rolls away from me like a big green ball, which could probably squash me if I got in its way. Once again, I am totally dependent on the generosity of my human caretakers to cut that thing up and give me some. This is how I have finely tuned my begging skills so that no one is a match for my overpowering gift of persuasion. Ok so sometimes, I am not on my game and someone actually says no, but I will keep trying. Let me give you my recipe for a watermelon smoothie so that you can enjoy my favorite fruit of the summer with me.

One large chunk of watermelon

Roll it around in your mouth

Swallow as much as you can with one gulp

Enjoy

Chuck

Fruit Bat

(This may require some explanation: when I was a pup, someone said that I looked like a fruit bat. Maybe that is why I like fruit so much)

 

Hey could someone get this thing open for me?

No, you can't come in....

No, you can’t come in…..

 As I have told you in previous blogs, my house is overwhelmed by the BIG dogs. They get to sleep on the BIG bed, they get to play in the BIG yard and they have their very own BIG dog door. For those of you who know me well, I am not a selfish dog. I try to be generous as often as I can, (that might be a bit of a stretch) but anyway, I think that there are some things that should be just for us little dogs. We have little dog toys and little food dishes. Actually, I would like to have a BIG dog dish, but that hasn’t happened yet. Anyway again, we have a special dog door that goes into the bathroom and it is for SMALL dogs only. It is our way of escaping the galloping herd of big dogs should we need a place of our own to seek refuge. Sometimes when I am in there, one of the BIG dogs sticks their head through MY little dog door. Like they could squeeze through if they really tried. I don’t think so. It is bad enough that I have to share my door with Cayenne and Dutchess. I am not sharing it with dogs that can barely squeeze their heads in. They are not welcome in my bathroom sanctuary. Let’s talk about how caring and giving I am…. that is a much more interesting topic of discussion. 

Chuck

Chief Little Big Head

 

You're invading my personal space dude!

Palace Guard

Size Does Really Matter

There are these strange creatures in my back yard. They are not very scary from far away. I bark at them and let them know that I am in charge. They seem to know this and they sometimes run away. One day, my Mom had this brilliant idea to put me on a leash and take me out for a little walk. Didn’t anyone tell her that I am a Chihuahua, not a Labrador. The leash thing is highly overrated when I could just be carried. I even fit in a little backpack. Put it on, put me in and off we go. But no, my Mom thought that an outdoor adventure would be good for me. We were getting closer to the strange creatures and I decided that they are way bigger than I thought. I headed the other direction hoping to take my Mom with me, but she didn’t come. I tugged on the leash and I might have let out a small whine. It is all a blur to me now, but the big animals wanted to check me out. Yikes. They are horses and their feet are really big. They have these big noses that snort and really big eyes. They looked at me, I looked at them and I decided that we will not be friends. I don’t even want to be in charge of them anymore. I think I will stop barking at them as I don’t want to call attention to myself. They might snort on me and I could drown. No more outdoor adventures Mom.

Chuck

Giddy-Up

This is as close as I'm getting to any horse.

Chuck’s Day of Independence

Independence Day for Chihuahuas goes something like this: We get to sleep in as late as we want. We get to eat as many times as we want throughout the day which should include barbeque items, potato salad and hot dogs for sure. Then we should have little dog fireworks that don’t make any noise, and maybe some festive beverages that smell and taste like Mexican beer. Now I haven’t checked with any of my Chihuahua friends, I just came up with all of this by myself and I hope that the rest of the little dog clan will just go along. We deserve a celebration just as much as any other dog, and maybe more because people make fun of us sometimes and big dogs act like we aren’t real dogs. So maybe I don’t always act like a real dog, but I can lift a leg with the rest of the big guys if the situation calls for that and I can howl and lick my underparts. Sorry, I got off the subject there for a minute. The 4^th of July has Chuck written all over it. I am guessing this holiday was also created with me in mind knowing that I like holiday attention. I’m just saying…. So heat up that grill and fix me up a plate. I will be on my best behavior until I start eating, then it is all dogs for themselves. When I am scarfing I am not sharing. It should be re-named 

In- ME –pendence day.

Chuck

Firecracker        

Where are my sparklers? I think I might have eaten them.....