OH BABY!

So my Mom is on vacation this week and usually that just means that she stays home and cleans a lot, but this time she brought in outsiders to stay at our house. I am sure you don’t know this about me, but I am a pretty fierce guard dog. I don’t bring it up much because I am so humble and I shy away from tooting my own horn (whatever that means. If I had a horn, I would probably eat it). So, when the people came in my house, I barked and growled and I am pretty sure they are scared! Anyway, with these people came a small version of a person. I am thinking that in the human species, this would be a Chihuahua. He is noisy, kind of smelly, a little spoiled and highly food motivated. Does this sound like anyone you know? Me either. I couldn’t really find any comparisons but he is very small. He tries to grab me and he makes these weird sounds and I am just a little bit creeped out by the whole thing. Why is he so small and what language is he speaking? Will he get bigger or just stay small like me. I used to think that I would get bigger, but the big dogs are still waaaaay bigger than me so I think I will be short for life. This little person also likes to crawl around on the floor. I think that part is kind of cool until he starts coming towards me- Yikes! I will keep you posted on the Chihuahua-person and let you know if indeed he is a friend or foe! If dropping food on the floor counts for anything, he has already become my sort of best friend if you know what I mean!

CHUCK

Babysitter

So what part of Mexico are you from…little Chihuahua person?
Is that a little mashed banana behind your ear? Hope you weren't saving that for later.
You know how I am about bananas my little Chiquita.

MMMmmm, vienna sausages…fingers, that is not what I expected kiddo…are you ok?
Please don't cry. It was an honest mistake. Stop crying...you tricked me, it's not my fault.

3 IS A CROWD!

As some of you know, I have a special area that I stay in during the day with Cayenne. It is a little pen of sorts, but I usually just sleep anyway. I must be contained or all kinds of bad things could happen. I could eat something I am not supposed to, (like that would really happen) or I could get stepped on by one of the big dogs while I am checking out their under parts, or I could get lost somewhere in the house where my Mom could not find me. Think of all the bad stuff I have done while being “supervised”. I am just not super trustworthy so I understand being in my little area with my big giant bed. Well since Princess Lacey got her cast off, she is now spending time in MY pen with Cayenne and me. I looked over the other day and there she was sleeping in MY bed. It wasn’t so bad before when she had to be secluded with her cast and her annoying sweetness, but now she is right in my face and I am supposed to pretend to be nice. Maybe this is just a bad dream and I will wake up and stretch without seeing that little white face blocking my view. Sometimes life just isn’t fair. Do you think I should break another one of her legs and then she would be out of my pen? Did I just write that out loud?

CHUCK

Sleeping with the enemy…

O.K. I know that I look like a grouch and "little Miss Prissy Pants" looks like an angel (and yes that is Cayenne at my feet not a basketball) but TELL ME she is stealing this photo op or what?
This is MY blog after all!

X-RAY ENVY

In a previous blog, I told you about my new “friend” Lacey who has taken over our household with her cuteness and sweetness and all of that mushy stuff that I have no use for. She had a broken leg and I thought that maybe she was faking to get all of that attention, but as it turns out, she really did have a broken leg. She recently got her cast off after having it on for 2 months. Dr.Swainson said that she was healed and was very pleased with her progress. Her leg looks a little funny since it has been wrapped up for so long and all she wants to do is lick, lick, lick, which I can understand. I saw the x-rays of her broken leg and the implant that Dr. Swainson put in to fix it. This is much better than the x-ray of my stomach when I ate too much food!  It is kind of cool. I might want one of those metal implants someday. (Don’t tell my Mom I said that) Lacey is kind of like a bionic dog or a Transformer dog. Maybe she will turn into a car someday or a cute little pick-up truck. That would be good, then she could drive away and I would get my much-deserved attention back. I’m cute too you know!

Chuck

Super Cute

                  

I really thought she just had a limp wrist...

Here is Lacey squeezing the last little bit of
 'oh you poor baby' out of Mom. 

I want my own hardware too now. It might interfere with
my globetrotting, man of mystery mystique though.
It would surely set off every airport metal detector from here to Rio
Maybe I could be the Man of Steel.

BUNNY LUV!

We are going to skip our educational blog this week so that I can share with you a bunny story. You remember my friend Petey from a previous blog…well like me, he had to have a surgery, though he only had one and I have had four. I win. Anyway, he had a little bump on his side and it had to be removed. This wasn’t done at Colorado CanineOrthopedics, but at a regular veterinary clinic that welcomes bunnies in their clinic. Not that my good Doctors wouldn’t want to help, but they thought that little Petey needed bunny experts on this one. He did really well and was even given a little after surgery bunny shirt to wear while he healed. Of course, like me he is not super well behaved so he had his shirt off in no time and was running around naked! He got some special medicine and I must say it was nice seeing someone other than me having to take medication and have a bunch of hair shaved off. Petey still looked pretty cute, but that whole shave thing is not a good look for me. He is healing well and his prognosis is good. What would we in the animal world do without the people who help us? We would be in trouble that is for sure. If you didn’t know me very well, you might think that I am graciously giving thanks to veterinarians with no selfish thoughts at all. Those of you who know me, know that I am looking for some serious snackage the next time I go see one of my Doctors. Just a hint, Pupperoni is always good medicine!

Chuck

Hippity Hop

      

Did they give you a Pupperoni? Don't lie, I can smell it on your breath! 
                 Dang it Petey. You've got carrots and lettuce and all that
           'bunny' crap to eat. You should have saved it for ME. 
This is the last blog I'm going to write about you…I thought you were my friend. 

GET THE BO BO!

As I told you last week in my blog, I will be doing some educational training and will use my blog as a venue to encourage and inspire you to be the best that you can be. In this week’s installment we will talk about being sneaky and how it can work to your advantage. Take for instance me. I look like a good dog, I can pretend to be a good dog, but I am sneaky. Let’s talk about my little friend the Bo Bo dog toy. I creep up to him, just sniff a little, pretend to be nice and then I attack. I am ferocious. I snarl and whip that toy from side to side and if anyone tries to take him from me, I give them the ol’ Chihuahua attitude. Then they know not to mess with me. As for the Bo Bo, well he is no match for the likes of me. So I go from nice to nasty in 2 seconds. I don’t know how you will use this little tidbit of information in your own life, but I am guessing that you have your own Bo Bo that you need to deal with. Be sneaky, be ferocious and you will prevail. Don’t you feel better now that we have had this little conversation? I am so glad that I could be of assistance. Who knows what you might learn next week?

Chuck

Sneaky and Snarky

Yo Yo it's my Bo Bo now homies! I gnashed and I smashed and I bashed,
it's OK though Bo Bo never saw it coming.