Just TREATS, no tricks please…..

Halloween is here again (almost). I went trick or treating at my Mom’s work. I got a pill pocket, minus the pill and some Pupperoni. Luckily no one played any tricks on me. If someone were to try to trick me out of my treat, I just might have to go “Chihuahua” on them and get a little bit snarky! The key to a good Halloween experience is to dress up so that you look cute, find the places that have good treats and be on your best behavior. That last one is pretty tough for me to do, but I can put up a good act for short periods of time. Just long enough to get the little snack in my mouth then I am quickly on my way to some bad behavior. This Halloween, I have two costumes. One is a little vampire cape and the other is a sailor outfit complete with a hat. I look pretty cute in both and I am sure that I will get lots of treats while wearing either one. Cayenne got to be a pumpkin, but she wasn’t super thrilled to be in her costume. I, on the other hand, know that I create treat inspiration every time I dress up.  People cannot resist my cuteness while I'm in my outfits. I could dress up in a pillow case and I would hit the mother lode of treats! I love Halloween and would like for it to happen more than once a year. I need some more costumes!

Count Chuckula   

Give me a treat or I "vill" bite you!

"I am waiting for my ship to come in"

Change of Seasons

In the summertime, I rise and shine first thing in the morning and go out and do my duty in the yard of amazing smells. I add a little more aroma to the big dog’s contributions and pee on top of everything for the top dog spot! When fall comes, I sort of rise with not much shine and trudge out to do my business without so much fanfare and return to my bed. As winter comes with snow and stuff, I am dragged from my warm bed and pushed toward the dog door that leads to the frigid morning air. I pretend to go out and do something and then I quickly return to the warm house to quickly poop on the kitchen floor. I don’t know how my Mom always knows that it is my poop. Surely there is someone else who could be blamed for this small indiscretion, but no, I get the yelling and the being chased around the kitchen. Often times this involves being chased with my own poop being waved around in a paper towel. Like this will somehow compel me to stop doing it. It sort of motivates me to poop bigger so that all the other dogs can see my big poop being waved around: almost like a checkered flag of victory. This blog was intended to be about the weather, but it sort of took on a life of it’s own in the direction of poop. Sorry about that, but the weather is getting really cold and I would like to stay in my warm bed please. (Unless I have to poop, then I’m heading to the kitchen for a victory lap!)

Chuck

Nascar Kitchen Pooper  

My Strategically Located Bed

King Sized Fun

                                        Fluff, fluff, fluff....fluff, fluff, fluff

The other evening, I got a chance to sneak into the BIG bedroom with the KING size bed! It sounded like something right up my alley so I decided to get up on that big bed. The big dogs usually sleep up there and I am in my small bag in the bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, I like my little bed, but the KING size bed is super fun: so much room to run around. While I was up there, I noticed that the bed had not been made properly, so I went to work to fix it. It needed lots of digging to get the top blanket just the way that I wanted it. I bet those other dogs don’t pay attention to details like I do. I bet they just get up there and sleep without even considering proper blanket digging. My Mom is so lucky to have me around. (even though she says otherwise). The next time I sneak up there, I might just check out the placement of the pillows or take a little journey on the night- stand. Who knows what I might find? I am the perfect size to sneak around. If you don’t look carefully, you might not even see me.

Chuck - Fun Size

Diggin' my break

Look at what I had to move just to get there

Chuck a.k.a. Aquatics Director....and of course Food Inspector

                                             

Dr. Waterhouse is that a Pupperoni in your pocket?
I'm going to have to inspect that!

So the new Rehab facility at Colorado Canine Orthopedics is finally open. I decided to promote myself to Building Inspector so I got to check things out. John Waterhouse also gave me the title of Aquatics Director for the water treadmill so I am a multi-skilled Chihuahua. I put on my little life jacket to prepare for the treadmill, but then there were so many other fun things to do that I stripped myself out of that and ran around the new area. It is not that I am afraid of getting wet, it is that by being the Aquatics Director I should just be overseeing the operation but not having to participate. This makes sense to me. They have all of these cool things to help dogs get stronger and move better. The best part of the whole thing is that some of the equipment is named after food, for instance, the donut and the peanut, which are super fun. I did try to take a little nibble out of both, and I was a little disappointed that they weren’t as tasty as the foods they are named after. But….. if I performed well, I was given a little snack that tasted a lot like Pupperoni! YUM!  Needless to say, I need to visit the Rehab facility frequently just to make sure everything is going well. I am pretty sure that I am also the Food Inspector. I am going to be very busy overseeing food, customer service and food. Did I already say food?

I think I can handle a few more food inspections today
.....after a little nap.

Chuck Rockin’ Rehab

    

How do I look....be honest

Good Dog Gone Bad……

Some dogs start out being forgiven for their little indiscretions because they are cute little puppies and we all know that puppies make mistakes and really can’t be held accountable. They then grow up to be well-trained dogs who follow all instructions and become predictable in their behaviors. They are good dogs. If I was a good dog as a puppy, just by default, then technically I am a good dog gone bad. I did not become a well-trained dog as I got older and I am certainly not predictable. If anything, my complete rebellion of all attempts to alter my behavior, kind of makes me a bad dog. You might think that I would feel bad about this fact or that I might want to make amends, but not so much. Being a bad dog is much more fun than being a good dog. I can continue to do the things that make ME feel good while not losing sleep over the things that I shouldn’t be doing (according to my Mom). I try to imagine being a good dog, and I got nothin’. How could I give up eating toilet paper and wicker baskets and anything else that might cross my path? That would be like deprivation and I am not into making big sacrifices just for having the title of being “good”. I just don’t see the benefit. I am ok with being a bad dog, but every now and then, I pretend to be sorry for something I did by tucking my tail under or slicking my ears back. Then my Mom sees how sorry I am and she thinks that I am being a good dog. Hmmmmmmm

Chuck

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, Whatcha gonna do?

At least I still look good