WICKER IS A FOOD GROUP RIGHT?

Wrong, according to all the people who freaked out about me this week. For those of you who follow Colorado Canine Orthopedics & Rehab on Facebook, you got the early scoop on my adventures for this week. If you didn’t get the news, I was once again brought in to the Veterinary Specialty Center with a little emergency. The other night, I feasted on a piece of wicker that I found in my Mom’s closet. Since she left the door open, I was free to grab some little pieces for a snack. My Mom caught me chewing and tried to pry it out of my mouth, but she was unsuccessful. A few nights later, I didn’t feel very good. My throat was swollen and my Mom was calling her Doctor friends to see what was wrong with me again…. I got to visit the hospital and got some good drugs and while I was in happy drug land, Dr. McReynolds looked down my throat. He couldn’t find anything, but I got some other drugs and now my Mom has to keep an eye on me. She was sure that I had that piece of wicker stuck in my throat and that I was going to have to have surgery again…..I was upset at first because Dr. Hines is usually my guy, but Dr. McReynolds is really nice too, even though he stuck something down my throat. I will not hold that against him since he was trying to help me. I get passed around that hospital like a cheap Chihuahua. You would think that I have a lot of medical issues. Anyway, I feel better and I guess I am not supposed to eat wicker. Whatever, I am sure that I will find something else to replace it with.

Chuck-

Sicker from Wicker

                                             

This is me with one of my most devoted fans plus she's a really good dog nurse
 and I can always use a few of those in my life.

Normally I don't just kiss any doctor willy-nilly but Dr. McReynolds really helped me out this time
just don't call me a basket case.

SCRAMBLED EASTER EGGS?

Easter is almost here and you know what that means….The Great Chuck Scrambled Easter Egg Scramble. I know many of you were thinking that I was going to say the Easter Egg Hunt. Not in the Chihuahua world of food conquests. You people can go ahead and hunt for some eggs. I personally want mine all scrambled up on a plate with some hash browns to go with them. Then it is a mad scramble to see who can eat their eggs first. Answer…. ME! I know some of you may want a chocolate bunny in your basket, but there is no way that my Mom will let me anywhere near a chocolate anything! I would like to just see one. I promise I wouldn’t try to steal it or lick it or anything. You can trust me! I hope you all have a happy Easter and that someone will scramble those eggs for you. I’m sorry that there won’t be any of mine left to share. Keep hunting. I am sure you will find something. Just so you know, the Easter Bunny lives at my house. His real name is Petey. He is super small, but he obviously has a really important job once a year. He shares his lettuce and carrots with me so maybe he will bring me some of those famous eggs!!!! YUM!

Chuck

The Great Egg Hunter

                                              

Dang it, I told my Mom not show this to anyone.
Please don't show this to anyone else…I do have a reputation to uphold.

This is Petey my bunny friend…mostly because he shares his food.
If he didn't share his food he'd just be that bunny.

AAAAAACHOOOOO

Sometimes my Mom calls me Mr. Choo. This could mean that I have a cold. Do dogs get colds? I really don’t know, but I know my Dad had a cold and he had this big thing that pumps out steam with some stuff called Vicks. I felt it was my duty to check it out. I ran into the room before anyone could catch me and stuck my mouth in the little compartment where the Vicks is kept. Wow, that cleared me up right away. No sneezing or snorting, just really clear sinuses (or whatever those are called for dogs). Well, my Mom came running after me and smelled my nose and she went into full blown (pardon the sinus joke) hysterics. She raced me into the kitchen and stuck my whole head under the faucet. This was not a particularly enjoyable experience for me. I was snorting and snuffling and gagging. She was trying to drown me! She then wiped out my mouth with a paper towel, which was rude. So in return, I tried to eat the paper towel while accidentally biting my Mom’s fingers. Oops! Anyway, just moments before, I had a clear head and could breathe perfectly and that changed to a dramatic near drowning for me. Surely there is a law against sticking my head under the faucet. If there isn’t there should be. All I can say is stay away from the Vicks. My Mom still doesn’t know if I actually drank some or just stuck my nose in there and I am not telling.

Chuck

Nearly drowned rat*?!@@#$%

Trust me, you do not need to check out that blue thing over there…it's all clear - Captain Nosey

DON’T SWEAT IT!

Sweatpants! I know you are wondering what I, Chuck would care about sweatpants. It is not like I can wear them myself. I will get to the point in a moment, but first I want to talk about a super fun game for dogs. Tug toys are super fun! You can buy them at pet stores and get them as gifts in a fun pack of dog toys. Almost all dogs like them, even small dogs like me. Ok, back to the sweatpants. The cheapest tug toy ever is super easy to find and I bet many of you haven’t even thought of it. The string on sweatpants is the best. You can also use the string on hooded sweatshirts. This works just as well and can be found on many unwilling people so you have to be sneaky. You act like you want to get all cuddly and snuggly and stuff (people love that), then you get in there and get the string and tug, tug, tug! Another cool thing about this is how the pants get all tight while you’re tugging. This may irritate the wearer of the sweat attire, but just keep tugging and don’t give up. I suppose if I ever got the entire string out of the pants it could mean another surgery for me. Yikes! You know the little hoodies that I wear don’t have those little strings on them. I wonder why!?

Chuck

Little Tug Boat