INTERLOPER

You my adoring fans would tell me the truth wouldn’t you? Aren’t I the most special, the most loved Chihuahua on the planet? Okay, maybe the whole planet is a bit of a stretch. But who knows? The new little dog at my house is just making herself at home. (At my home!) She runs around all cute and stuff, my parents pick her up because of the cast on her leg. I just wonder if her leg is even really broken at all. It could be a fake cast designed to illicit sympathy and attention. I would resort to that if necessary! Nothing escapes my keen mind and sharp wit. I am going to have to reclaim my territory. The new little dog actually peed on my treat ball. This means war. No one pees on my treat ball and lives to tell about it! I may have to do some defensive peeing of my own. I can’t really hit a target very well, but I can get close! (My Mom will tell you a different story) I may have to resort to some other tactics that involve planting evidence or an undercover food bust. I won’t just sit idly by while the attention that belongs to me goes to some other cute little dog! I will keep you posted on my progress!

Chuck

Territory King                      

This is my Dad (or at least I thought he was) and the new "baby".
Look at her innocent little squinty eyes.
I bet they'll try to buy her some special doggy sunglasses, next!!

This is 'Lacey' and MY friend 'Sabre', undoubtably plotting.
She's probably talking him into peeing on my head, 'cause she's not tall enough to do it herself.

G-O-A-L !!!

It is that time of year again for the World Cup of Soccer. For those of you who don’t know about it, I will explain it in a way that a Chihuahua could understand. This is a game where people chase their own people sized ball around on a field and try to kick it into a net. There are many obstacles to doing this and that includes a poor guy who has to wait patiently at the net until someone tries to get the ball in there. The funnest part of watching the World Cup is when my Dad jumps up off the couch and yells GOAL! That is when the food that was on his lap ends up in my mouth. After swallowing quickly I bark my support of the Mexican team! My Dad is kind of supporting the Italian team, but I really don’t care as long as there is jumping, yelling and food spillage! It can be an event for the entire family. In my case, it is a Chihuahua event that started when I was a young pup. My Dad would yell “goal” and I would bark like crazy. He thought that was so funny. I was simply supporting my team like a good fan would. Though to be honest, it really is all about the food. Any good sporting event has its share of snackable delights that are really easy to steal when someone isn’t paying attention. They are too focused on the sport and they will neglect the little feast that disappears when I am around. Food stealing should be a sport of its own and I would be going to the Little Dog Olympics!

Chuck

Gold Medal Winning Food Stealer

and World Cup Fan

See how I seeeem to be totally enthralled with game but of course
I'm actually keeping an eye on the food. I'm so clever!!!

I'm waiting for that magic word. I want to see airborne food…
Come on boys, it's a pretty big net.

FAST and FURIOUS

I am like a car racer: speedy, yet composed, a little crazy and out of control. Then I am like a stealthy undercover agent hiding in the best spots. Sounds like a movie doesn’t it? This just describes me after dinner. I eat my food in the closet, then, when no one is looking, I race through the big dog door and my fast little feet find their way out into the BIG yard where I am not allowed to go. You wouldn’t catch me doing this in the winter, but now that it is summer, you literally can’t catch me cause I am so fast! I hear my Mom screeching in the background, but all I can hear is the wind in my ears as I race around the yard like being in the Chihuahua 500. Then I find the nearest tall weed (another advantage to the summertime) and I hide. I then get to enjoy watching my Mom racing around the yard too. It is like one big racetrack and my car is winning. Yay me! Then I get caught. It is kind of a bummer ending to my movie like moment, but that is just the way it is. I will again accept the verbal spanking for a few minutes of life in the fast lane!

Chuck

Earnhardt               

This is me stealthily hiding behind a blade of grass.
Hey, no one said my brain was as big as my ego...

UH OH!

So the other night, my Mom brought home another little dog. I must say she is pretty cute and she has the softest fur. She had a broken leg and my buddy Dr. Swainson did some little dog bone surgery and she has a cast on her leg. If this sounds familiar to you at all, you may remember that Dutchess also had a broken leg when she came to our house. That is something that I haven’t experienced, but I am not ruling it out. Though if I had a broken leg, I would be in BIG trouble. Somehow these other dogs get away with it and I am not sure how that works. I just know that they are homeless so my Mom has to make sure they are taken care of. This little dog came from a rescue and she was called Brook. After spending a few days at my house, my Mom and Dad decided that her name didn’t quite fit so we are calling her “Lacey”. I introduced myself by trying to hump her head. My Mom didn’t like that very much so next time maybe I will try a paw shake or a butt sniff. Maybe those introductions would be received better. I was just trying to be friendly. Just a thought, if there is a rescue dog out there, maybe one of you could adopt one so my Mom doesn’t try to bring them all home with her. It could get a little crowded around here!

Chuck

Welcome Waggin’

Pleased to meet you little missy, I mean Lacey.

They should have named me cutie patootie but I guess Lacey will do.