HAPPY YOU YEARS DAY!

Did I say you? I meant Happy Me Years Day! It is the time of yearly celebration of ME and all of the important things that I will accomplish in the New Year. 1^st on my list is more time spent with ham. I have put this on the top of my list and I hope that everyone in my household will accommodate my resolution. If they don’t, please feel free to send me ham anytime you want to! 2^nd on my list is sharing my ham. (just kidding, that would never happen) Seriously the 2^nd thing on my list is more time looking in the mirror. I just catch a glimpse of me now and then, but I am pretty cute and I would like to see some more of me. 3^rd on my list would be more quality sleep time. I am often disturbed while trying to sleep by the other pesky dogs in my house and I think I need to get some of those noise cancelling head phones. Do they come in my size? That is as far as I have gotten on my New Years list, but I will keep adding to it until I feel that sense of accomplishment that comes from setting goals. I try to set realistic goals so that I don’t disappoint myself. I don’t think that could ever happen, but I don’t want to push my luck. Keep your goals realistic and make sure they involve food and vanity like mine OK?

CHUCK

Ham King 2016

ALL DRESSED UP AND READY FOR HAM! IT MUST BE MIDNIGHT SOMEWHERE!

FLEAS NAVI DOG!

I understand holidays and the celebration there of, but why would anyone celebrate fleas on their dog. I was thrilled when I first heard the little Mexican tune as it reminded me of my homeland, but the more I listened, the more concerned I was. Certainly there is a good reason to write a song about dogs and wishing them a Merry Christmas, but not at the expense of us poor helpless dogs who suffer from flea infestation. I hope you have a lovely Christmas and enjoy your loved ones and your furry loved ones too. Just be sure to check them for fleas. You never know what Santa might leave behind.

CHUCK

Feliciano

I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS
FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!

KEEP YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE COOKIE JAR!

I went to my Mom’s work this week to spread some Chuck Christmas cheer and I found something a little bit scary. There was a Chihuahua sitting on top of the counter in the Rehab area. I have never been introduced to this dog so what is he doing hanging out in my space? I am the only Chihuahua allowed to hang out here. (I thought this was common knowledge, but I guess I will have to send out another memo) Anyway, as I got closer, I noticed that there were some pretty good smells coming out of this dog. He was sitting perfectly still which I thought was kind of creepy and then I smelled it. A hint of Pupperoni. As I got even closer, I noticed how shiny this dog was. What is he eating that gives him that shine? Maybe it is Pupperoni. As I got really close, to my horror someone removed his head! I know! Then I could really smell the Pupperoni. I barked to myself, this isn’t a dog, it is a Chihuahua cookie jar! Holy cow, how lucky could I be? I am now much happier about this whole situation. No dog competition and a whole jar of treats for me. Merry Christmas indeed.

CHUCK

Cookie Monster

THIS DOG IS NOT AS CUTE AS ME!

I GOT RID OF MY STUPID COAT SO I COULD DIVE IN COMPLETELY!

TIS THE SEASON...

 

THIS IS BAD HUH?

This is the time of year that my Mom drags out all of my Christmas attire and makes me wear it. I know that the whole ugly Christmas sweater thing is very popular, but I think I am above wearing anything unattractive. I have a reputation with my fans and it does not include me wearing anything unflattering or anything that goes against my fashion tastes. Speaking of tastes, how about me getting some of those Christmas snacks that come this time of year? If I have to sport an obnoxious sweater, I should be rewarded appropriately. I bet Santa gets lots of snacks for having to wear that ridiculous red suit! Oh wait, I think I had to wear one of those too. Yikes! Anyway, I hope that you discuss clothing with your pets this year and make sure they are on board wearing the stuff that you have chosen for them. It is only fair that we get to pick our outfits. I am sure you wouldn’t want me choosing what you wear. If I did, it would have a pocket filled with ham. On second thought, I think I should choose what you wear. If there is a chance of getting ham, I will be your new clothing designer. Everything you wear will have really BIG pockets.

CHUCK

NOT LIKELY!

De La Renta

TUCK AND RUN

When you watch a football game, do you pay attention to the running style of all of the players? When you see the soccer guys running around the field, do you say to yourself “check out that guy’s running style?” Probably not. I don’t either because I am interested in the outcome of the run or the destination of the runner. I get some serious grief at my house because my running style is a little bit odd and according to my Mom kind of funny. I tuck my butt before, during and after my running spurts. I see it as a necessary step to get me where I want to go. If you would like to practice this for yourself, here are the steps that need to be followed.

Tail goes between the legs

Butt tucks under at least 40 degrees

Run initiates with this form intact

Keep the tuck until you reach your destination

If someone tries to grab you, repeat above steps

This is a fairly simple formula that works well for me. I don’t care if people tease me if they can’t catch me. Yeah? Don’t be surprised if you see your favorite sports people starting to use my tuck and run formula. I bet nobody will be laughing for long when you see what a trend setter I am!

CHUCK

This will soon be called the CHUCK TUCK!

I AM NOT TUCKING RIGHT NOW SINCE THERE IS A CAMERA ON ME!
IF I WERE, YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SEE ME ANYWAY DUE TO MY SPEED AND AMAZING AGILITY!

THE DAY OF TURKEY

Today is the day that we wait for all year long. Our chance to count our blessings and give thanks for the many gifts we receive in our lives. The time to connect to loved ones and share time together while reflecting on happy memories of other holiday gatherings…..blah blah blah – this day is about the bird, the turkey, the gobbler and the giver of Tryptophan. (You thought I couldn’t spell that word huh? That is what the spell checker is for!) Anyway, let’s face it: we all want the turkey. It doesn’t really matter what goes with it, though we want that stuff too. (pardon the pun) So stuffing, potatoes and all of that have one thing in common: they exist to compliment the turkey. I exist to eat the turkey. I may be small, but I am also considered a little gobbler. I hope that I get an entire turkey to myself this year without having to share with any of the other mangy mutts in my house. There I said it. In the true spirit of the holidays, I am selfish. I hope this doesn’t make you love me any less. You may want a turkey all to yourself too. And don’t forget the pie. If you eat a whole pie and a whole turkey, you won’t need any of the other complimentary food! Happy selfish Thanksgiving!

CHUCK

STUFFED!!!

I GOT MY TURKEY. DO YOU HAVE YOURS?
HEY COULD SOMEONE COOK THIS FOR ME PLEASE. I'M HUNGRY!

GO FOR THE CARROT

HERE I GO...

It is time again for one of my inspirational blogs to encourage you along your life’s journey. First I will tell you a little story. The other night, my Mom opened the fridge and left it open J Well, you know what that means right? Time for me to see if I can get something out of there that is within reach of my short little self. Sure enough there was a bag of carrots right there on a shelf that I could reach. I like carrots a lot! Plus I need my vegetables right? So I got in there, found the hole in the bag and went to work. Within a few moments my Mom yelled at me from across the kitchen and it sounded like “Chuck you little ?*&^%$, get out of there.” I knew then that my time for victory was limited so I worked faster and got my carrot! Yeah me!  The moral of this story is that in life you need to get your carrot. Even if the odds are against you and you are short, you have to keep trying. Once you get your carrot don’t let go no matter how much yelling and tugging is involved. I hope this little snippet of motivation was helpful to you!

MUST HURRY!

CHUCK

Raiding the Fridge

IGNORING THE YELLING!

SEE HOW MY PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF!

TOYS ARE US!

I CAN'T PLAY RIGHT NOW...THERE IS A CAMERA POINTED AT ME!

When you are a little dog, you need more toys than the average dog. A big dog can be happy with one toy or a favorite bone or ball, but us little guys need more stuff. I personally like to choose which toy suits my fancy at any given moment. Like the Bo Bo is fun for a few minutes, but then I like to move on to something crunchy like the toy with the plastic bottle hidden inside. It becomes like an obsession to get the stupid bottle out of the toy and I am on a mission. Then I move on to the toy without the stuffing and I shake it around like I hunted it and brought it down. I become Chuck the mighty Chihuahua hunter and this is a good look for me. Cayenne likes the ball and will play forever, but she can be easily distracted by anything that squeaks. Lacey likes to steal the toys when we are not looking. She drags them off to her dog bed and starts a little collection. We then need more toys to keep us occupied as our toy collection gets smaller with each theft. Dutchess usually chooses one toy and won’t let anyone near it. She even pretends to let my Mom play with her, but she will not release the toy without some serious snarling, growling and snarkiness. (no one wants to play with her and she doesn’t get the multiple toy theory). So when the holidays come around, buy your little dog lots of toys and feel free to buy me some too. Don’t be frugal when filling up that cart. Just so you know, I don’t need tennis balls. They could give me a concussion if you throw one at me.

CHUCK

Playing Around

THE CAMERA IS STILL ON ME RIGHT?

LOOK I GOT A SKUNK!

HIDE AND SEEK

 One of the reasons I have been able to write this blog is because of my uncanny ability to come up with new weird behaviors that baffle my parents. I am unable to explain these quirky episodes, but I chalk it up to me being a Chihuahua prodigy. My latest weirdness started a few weeks ago. You all know that I eat in the pantry so that the other dogs don’t lose their food to my ridiculously quick snarfing.  Lately when my Mom comes to retrieve me after dinner, I hide behind the stuff in the pantry and I won’t come out. I wish I could explain my reasons for doing this, but I have no answers for you. I am just a weird little dog who does bizarre things and then shares those things with you. My Mom is a little bit frustrated, but it is kind of funny how she goes to all this trouble to coax me out. She even goes so far as offering me more food, but I know that is not going to happen. I am smarter than I look you know and I know the fake food trick and I am not falling for it. Maybe I just want to act like a super spy on a mission in the pantry. There could be stuff going on in there that I could discover like a mouse in there or something. No, that would creep me out if I was sharing my pantry with a mouse. Never mind, I am just weird.

I LOOK SUPER SNEAKY- MAKES YOU WONDER WHAT I AM UP TO DOESN'T IT?

CHUCK

Pantry Spy

SUPER HALLOWEEN

Do you dream of being a Super Hero? I do too and this year for Halloween my dream has come true! I am SUPER CHUCK. Defender of little dogs and helpless creatures, I will fly in and save the day. I can also now fly in and snatch up some Halloween candy. I can get it right out of your bag before you even notice that I have been there! Maybe that doesn’t sound too noble or super hero-ish, but I think if you steal some candy, you can do some good stuff to make up for it and you will be forgiven. Cayenne was not so excited about being a super hero. She has been forced to put on an outfit and she doesn’t like being dressed up in anything even if she gets to have special powers. Her super power is her screechy little bark. It scares away all of the bad guys and pretty much anything that has ears in a 10 mile radius. It’s pretty scary and fitting for Halloween!

CHUCK

It’s a Bird, It’s a plane, It will eat everything in it’s path……

SORRY I WAS UNABLE TO GET A PICTURE OF MYSELF FLYING!

HERE SHE IS PREPARING TO DO THE SCREECHY BARK!

HOME ALONE

DO YOU SEE ME IN THIS PICTURE?

Last weekend my parents and Lacey left together. Lacey was wearing a fancy little dress and my parents looked pretty spiffy too. I peeked out from under my blanket and was shocked to see them all leaving. I later learned that they attended the Whiskerball which is a fundraising event where you can bring your dog to dinner. Hmmmmm ,,, I did not get to go to dinner and I later learned that my Aunt Ixchel was there as well with her dog Petie. The betrayals just kept going and going. I don’t understand why I wouldn’t be the one attending this Gala event. Did they think that I would run around on the table eating everyone’s food including the salad? (I do like lettuce)  Did they think that I might be snarky to another dog who was trying to get the food at MY table? Were they worried that I might bite one of the party goers who got a little bit too friendly in the Chuck space? I am sure that Lacey was a perfect little angel in her little white dress. What a little lady she is. Doesn’t anyone remember her peeing on my treat ball? Of course not. I am very hurt right now about this whole thing and I would ask my blog fans to send letters of protest on my behalf. I probably had fans at the stupid ball that wanted to meet me in person, but no. I was sitting at home doing nothing. This is not the end of this drama. Not by a long shot. (whatever that means) You could also send food as it seems I am not treated very well in my own home!

CHUCK------Left Behind 

LOOK... NOT IN THIS PICTURE EITHER!

WHERE IS MY LIMO? I AM READY!

CELEBRATION OF CUTENESS

PRETTY CUTE!

I would like to take this opportunity to indulge in a little bit of self appreciation. I am normally so humble and shy that I just don’t take the time to “toot my own horn.” I have decided to let loose a little bit in this blog and discuss my cuteness. It is common knowledge to all who know me that I am pretty cute. I know that the ladies think so and so should you. The only time that I might not be AS cute is when I am scarfing down my food. I do it in the privacy of my pantry closet so as not to scare anyone, but I do eat with some gusto and the snarfing, slurping and snuffeling going on during meal times is just my way of showing my love for food. But back to my cuteness: when I first wake up in the morning, I am a little sleepy and snuggly. That is pretty cute. When I stick my little big head out from my blanket for a peek at the world, that is cute too. When I bark from underneath my blanket, I think that is funny and cute. I could go on and on, but I think you get my point. Please take some time to enjoy my cuteness and then you can write down a list of why you think your dog is cute too. There is plenty of dog cuteness to go around so just for today, I won’t hog it all to myself. (We will use the hog word to describe me when I am eating. That is what my Mom says) Come to think of it, I think I am cute while I am eating: like a little miniature Chihuahua pig.

CHUCK

Oink Oink

CUTE AFTER EATING FOR SURE!

SUPER CUTE WITH MY BONE DON'T YOU THINK?

THE FOG

My Mom told me that there is a scary movie called the Fog. I am pretty sure that my fog story is more exciting than any movie. Lately we have had lots of fog and I am not sure where it comes from. All of the sudden it becomes cloudy on the ground and hard to see your paw in front of your face. My friend Becky thinks that I should have a little beacon light attached to me so that I can be found in the fog. So anyway, the other night I ran outside and it was foggy so I wanted to hurry up and do my business. I saw something move near the rock that I was planning to pee on and it jumped right in front of me. I was ready to run back in the house, but I saw it was a little frog. The frog was out in the fog and it was a little scary until I saw that the little frog was way smaller than me. I wonder if frogs have better fog vision then Chihuahuas do cause I could hardly see anything and the little frog seemed to know his way around the yard. Long story short, I think the little frog should get the beacon light cause it would look funny moving up and down and I would have fun trying to follow the frog in the fog. Good story huh?

Chuck

Frog Man

THIS IS A FAKE FROG- THE REAL FROG SAID HE WASN'T INTERESTED IN ANY PUBLICITY!
HE AND I PROBABLY WON'T BECOME FRIENDS!

BED HOGS

There is a strange thing that happens at my house when it is bed 

time. Me and the other little dogs get to sleep in a spacious temperature controlled bathroom area with our little beds spread around on the floor and the big dogs have full control of the bedroom. I watch through the glass door as each dog takes their place on the bed. There really isn’t

IT ISN'T EVEN BED TIME YET AND THEY ARE ALREADY FINDING A SPOT! 
NO ROOM FOR A PERSON FOR SURE!

much room for anything else let alone people, but somehow they manage. However, if someone gets up to go to the bathroom or whatever like my Mom, her space is filled in a matter of seconds and it looks like a big dog giant blanket. There are tails and legs and noses in all different directions. It could also be a big giant dog puzzle. Anyway, when my Mom returns to try to find her space, there is a big drama over who gets to stay on the bed. Yikes. I am so happy that I have my bag to sleep in and no one else is allowed in my space at night! If I slept on the big bed, I would have been squoooshed by now and you wouldn’t have a blog to read!

JUST ME AND MY BAG!

CHUCK

In the bag!

EXECUTIVE DECISIONS

Most of you know that my Mom works for Colorado Canine Orthopedics and Rehab. Dr. Bauer is a great guy and the practice owner. He was so kind to invite me to one of the group meetings. He and I shared the spotlight for the productive staff discussions. I was more than happy to share some of the things that I would like to implement for the practice and the staff. These are small changes, but I think they will be an effective addition to an already great business.

DR. BAUER AND I GOING OVER MY BUSINESS PLANS

My first directive is to offer nap time to all staff, doctors, patients and their owners. We already have dog beds in the exam rooms. I say we build on this and increase the number and size of beds throughout the building. (Everyone gets their own special blanket to hide under when there is anything stressful going on at the work place)

My next excellent suggestion is to offer sedation to the pet parents while their pet is having surgery. Think what a nice atmosphere this would be with the pet owners feeling no stress or worry while we take excellent care of their pet. I think people will really like this!

I think that there should be mandatory belly rubs for all staff members so that they will know that they are loved!

It would be nice for me as part of the team to have my own treat jar. I don’t think that is asking too much do you?

HERE I AM WITH DR. RIECKS, DR. BAUER AND BECKY
(WE LOOK LIKE WE ARE IN CHARGE HUH?)

These are just a few of the agenda items that Dr. Bauer will put into place shortly. He knows great ideas especially when they come from me!!

CHUCK

Corporate Chihuahua

JOB DUTIES

I know that everyone is wondering what my day consists of besides sleeping and eating. I think some of you have possibly misjudged my level of responsibilities. So in this blog, I plan on setting the record straight so that I never have to hear these phrases again….. He’s lazy…..Wow he likes to sleep!...Does he ever come out from under that blanket?…..I have never seen a little dog eat so fast!…….I have never seen a little dog eat so much!  Ok, so you get the idea. It is these little comments that have damaged my reputation as a hard working Chihuahua. I have compiled a list of my daily activities and I think that you will see that I am a TYPE A – GO GETTER when it comes to working.

Early morning- I wake up to the obnoxious sound of big dogs barking- I then bark myself to say “Shut up big dogs, I am trying to sleep!”  (A little effort involved in that scenario)

I go outside where I pee for a solid 5 minutes without a break!

I am then taken to my pen where I have to move the blanket around in order to crawl underneath it without any of my little body sticking out. This involves a lot of turning, digging and other creative rotational moves.

I am again disrupted from my sleep when the trash has to go out. I have to bark and run my “fence line” until the trash bag has disappeared. I then have to repeat the previous step with the whole blanket thing.

HERE I AM IN MY PRE- TRASH BARK PREPARATION

Breakfast time! Yeah! (I am required to run from my pen to the closet)

I then repeat my blanket move again.

Non disclosed use of time

Dinner time! Yeah! (see above)

Treat ball time- I have to push my treat ball around the house and WAIT for the little nuggets to fall out. It takes FOREVER!

I then add on to my blanket routine by REALLY trying to dig a small hole in my bed.

Bed time- I am taken to my sleeping area with the other small dogs and I am required to LEAP into my bag before I get my bed time treat!

 Once a week, I slave over the keyboard writing my blog!

THIS IS AN UNDER THE BLANKET SURVEILLANCE  TECHNIQUE......

Do you see what I mean? Just one day is a crazy amount of work for a little dog! I hope that you SQUASH those rumors that you have heard and defend me now that you know the truth!!!

CHUCK

HERE I AM GETTING READY FOR THE BIG DIG!

Workaholic

THIS RIGHT HERE IS WORK!

ACCIDENTAL NOISES....

Do you ever make a little noise that you weren’t planning on making and you get embarrassed and hope that no one notices that it was you? I know. Me too. It is the accidental bark. Try as I might, it is out of my control. This usually occurs late at night when my Dad is asleep. My Mom sequesters the big dogs and lets us little dogs come out to play. This is also the time that I get my treat ball so I am a little bit excited. We know we are supposed to be quiet, but the barks just sneak out of my mouth without me even knowing. Cayenne is the worst. She lets out a bunch of unplanned barks and then my Mom gets out the squirt bottle. She then lets out a series of noises that no one would make on purpose. There are squeaks and yips and other high pitched annoyances that hurt my sensitive ears. Sometimes I don’t hear her noises as I am making some of my own. I do seem a little bit more in control with the impending threat of the squirt bottle. I clamp my little mouth closed and hope that nothing escapes. I know there is no real purpose to this blog. I just want you to know that it happens to everyone and you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Just get yourself a squirt bottle and you won’t have anymore unwelcome noises!

CHUCK

Soundproof

NO  NEED FOR THAT SQUIRT BOTTLE- THERE ARE NO NOISES HERE!
LOOK, I AM TOTALLY QUIET!

HOLIDAY CELEBRATION OF SLEEP

Another holiday makes its way into my life. This one is a little bit confusing. Are we celebrating labor? If so, what kind of labor is it? Why do some people have to work on Labor Day and others get to have barbecues and drink special stuff that makes them act silly? I for one am always in favor of holidays, but I want to make sure that I am on the barbecue end of the deal and not the one where I have to labor on Labor Day. It is hard work for me just climbing out of my furry bag every morning. I take a quick pee and I am ready for another nap under my blanket. Maybe we could have a holiday that celebrates sleeping. I think it would be the most popular holiday ever! Who doesn’t like sleep? I like sleep almost as much as I like ham and that is saying a lot! We could call it “Chuck’s Celebration of Napping” or “Chuck’s Special Sleep Day”. We could send out little fliers that say “Don’t go to work today! Nap with Chuck!” I’m telling you, this would be a big hit. Especially with all the poor people who got stuck working on Labor Day!

PLEASE DON'T BOTHER ME WHILE I AM WORKING!

Chuck

Sleep Enthusiast

Sleep Expert

Sleep Diplomat

All of the above…..

BASEBALL, HOTDOGS AND CHUCK

I think someone important has been reading my blogs and listening to my wise suggestions. In the past I have discussed having a sports team named after me. Well we are getting closer. I just discovered that there is a minor league baseball team called the El Paso Chihuahuas. I just know that this is all my doing. I am the spokesdog for my other little hairy Mexican friends and now we have our own team! I am a little bit surprised that I was not asked to be the mascot or the owner or the ball retrieval dog. I am sure this is just an oversight on their part so I will be expecting a call any day now. Maybe they actually want me to play on the team. I will have to think about that. I can’t hurt my little paws playing baseball and risk not being able to write my blog. I think I will only accept an upper management or celebrity position. I am pretty sure that we can negotiate a fair salary that includes a lifetime of ham and hot dogs! I won’t budge on that you know!

CHUCK

Hey batter, batter!

This could be me right?

BRIDGE TROLL

HERE SHE IS WAITING TO POUNCE

I know that it has been said that I can be a little on the snarky side, but I must say my “friend” Dutchess takes the snark prize. She waits in the bathroom for an unsuspecting victim to stick their head in the doorway or to actually try to come into the bathroom and she goes off like a small dog bomb. It is not pretty. There is lots of snarling and growling and then one of the poor big dogs comes running down the hallway away from the hideous creature in the bathroom. Just between you and me, I am a little bit envious. She is like a Tasmanian devil and all of the big dogs are just a little bit afraid of catching her on a bad day. She could go off for no reason at all and leave a dust cloud of fur in her wake. At other times she appears docile and even friendly so it is a little bit confusing to say the least. One might compare her to a human friend who is bipolar and unable to control their moods. I know they have medications for people with that disorder, but I don’t know about dogs. If she got all evened out, we wouldn’t be able to call her the Bridge Troll anymore. I am not recommending any medications at this time. It is much more fun to watch the show without any restraint from the Troll.

CHUCK

Snark Envy

HERE SHE LOOKS TOTALLY HARMLESS, FRIENDLY EVEN?

USE YOUR INDOOR VOICE!

I AM TOO CUTE TO BE QUIET!

The other night, it was time for my treat ball so I howled and wailed and let everyone in the neighborhood know that it was time for me to do something special. My howl was loud enough to curl your toenails. It was a good one. My Mom kind of yelled at me and told me to “use my indoor voice.” What does this mean exactly? What is wrong with my outdoor voice? How do you separate the two? If I am going to howl, I feel it should be worth the energy I put into it and I am obviously trying to make a statement of some kind. I don’t think the other dogs have an indoor voice either. They bark like they are outside competing with the local coyotes. (talk about noisy). Anyway, my little feelings are kind of hurt. My Mom certainly doesn’t appreciate my howling gusto and I don’t appreciate her yelling at me. She should use her indoor voice too. That is only fair right?

CHUCK

Shhhhhhhhhh!

I NOT SAYING ANYTHING! IT IS A YAWN I SWEAR!

THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER

Summer isn’t over yet right? I keep hearing rumors about kids going back to school and the days getting shorter, but I am not yet ready to turn in the beach towel. I should maybe speed up my enjoyment of the summer festivities and spend a little less time under the blanket and more on the lawn chair. I think that a good beer and some suntan lotion will be a good start, but then I will probably need some food because tanning makes you hungry. (Actually, everything makes me hungry) It is a good excuse though to order up some pool side snacks. I hope that none of my other dog friends notice my little summer snack camp because I am not sharing. I should be ok because most of them lay in the shade during the day. They are not ready for prime time tanning and I am not ready to be generous with my pool snacks! You know I don’t actually have a pool, but I am hoping that my Mom will go out and get me one now that I have mentioned it in my blog. I just need a little Chihuahua pool with a little diving board and a flotation device. I hope I get it soon since there isn’t much time! Hurry up and get out there yourselves, but get your own pool and your own snacks and know that you will not fit on my flotation device. Wow that sounded just a little bit snarky. I must have had too much sun!

CHUCK

Sun Salutations

LATHER ME UP AND OPEN MY BEER PLEASE!
(NOT REALLY IN THAT ORDER!)

MACHO MAN

I share my big bed with two girls. I know it sounds like I am a sultan or a king, but it really isn’t all that it is hyped up to be. They step on me when I am under my blanket, they lick my ears and it tickles, they spat over silly things like who gets to be closest to me. (I think that is what it is about, but who knows when girls are involved.) Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have another small boy dog. Would we be acting all tough and macho all of the time trying to impress everyone or would we talk about sports and beer and stuff. I don’t know. Would one of us have to be in charge all of the time?  If so I am pretty sure it would have to be me. I think that Alpha Little Dog would be the name that the boy dog would have to call me. I think if he called me Chuck that would be a little bit disrespectful when I am supposed to be in charge. I know I would not like sharing my clothes with him. I certainly won’t share my food or my big bed. I don’t think that I would be a good room mate for a boy dog. I guess I will stick with the girls. Believe it or not, I think there would be less drama.

Chuck

Sultan of the Big Bed

NO DRAMA GOIN ON HERE. WE COULD USE SOME FOOD THOUGH!

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

THIS IS A GOOD LOOK FOR BOTH OF US!

As most of you know, I am somewhat of a Doctor Groupie. I have many Doctors at my Mom’s work who know me a little bit too well if you know what I mean. I may be their groupie, but they are my fans. I have had my picture taken with all of them except for one. I am not sure how he escaped my attention all of this time. Dr. Macon Miles has worked with Internal Medicine for quite some time now and he has somehow avoided having a photo op with ME. Maybe he is just a little bit shy or he is overly astounded with my greatness and was afraid to be outshined in a photo with me. OK, maybe he has just been busy. I guess he has other dogs to look out for besides me. Dr. Miles is super duper smart and he performs little doggie and kitty miracles on a daily basis. I am ok having my picture taken with him but I would prefer to not need any of his other skills. I will admire his smartness from afar and he can admire my star status by reading my blog sometimes and no one even has to know. It will be our secret! 

CHUCK

Photo Opportunist

CALL OF THE WILD

As a little bitty dog in this big world, I sometimes get to see other animals that are a little bit wild. They roam free through the pastures and don’t answer to anyone. Sometimes I think it might be cool if I could be like that with no restrictions or expectations. However, who would write my blog? I don’t see any of my other canine housemates being able to take over the task. I think I will just observe the wildlife from afar and enjoy my important life and embrace my responsibilities. My Mom got a picture of a little wild bunny out by our barn. He was just a baby. My Mom loves baby bunnies (whatever) and she wanted to capture the little thing in its natural environment. This bunny is so small that if it were a dog, it would be a little Chihuahua like me. So I guess the little Chihuahua bunny deserves to be in my blog.

CHUCK

Observer of Nature

CUTE CUTE CUTE BABY BUNNY

CUTEST CUTEST CUTEST ME!

ONE HOT CHIHUAHUA

As the rain comes and goes, there are some days that are just plain HOT. Even for me with my near nakedness and low body fat level. I can still be found under my lighter summer blanket, but every now and then, I get to hang out in front of the BIG fan! It is like a jet taking off when you turn that thing on. How I am able to stay on all fours, I don’t know, but it sure feels good. All of the big dogs fight over the front row seating in front of the big fan, but when I get my spot none of them will dare to mess with me. OK, my Mom actually puts them in another room so that I can get some ME wind tunnel time, but if they were out, I would be fierce. That being said, I think I should have my own big fan so that my aggressive behavior would not even be necessary. I can’t put it near my blanket since it might blow it off me, but maybe it could be on a timer and I could come out every few hours to enjoy the gusty wind. Do you have your own big fan? If you have an extra you could loan it to me for the hot summer months, then I will give it back to you when it is snowing. I won’t need it then. Think about it and get back to me.

CHUCK

Windblown

HEY! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY EARS?

DANCE DAY!

HEY CAYENNE, GET OUT OF MY PICTURE!

Another holiday is upon us and I am so pleased that everyone is celebrating my special day. I know that everyone has a special reason for celebrating on the 4^th of July, but I had no idea that it was all about ME. I was listening to some upcoming events for the special day and I heard them say IN THE PEN DANCE day. How did they know about my little dance that I do when it is food time? I jump, I wiggle, I wag, I frolic and my Mom calls it my Pen Dance as I am in my “protect Chuck from himself” pen. To think that you all have joined together to celebrate my elation over the food experience is so humbling. Now it all makes sense to me: the barbeques, the parties, the fireworks and the beer, all of this to pay tribute to a little Chihuahua who really loves food. I should get a little sign that says WILL DANCE FOR FOOD! I haven’t quite figured out the whole red, white and blue thing, but those are all colors that look really good on me. I hope you enjoy your holiday while thinking of me. I wish I could say that I will be thinking of you, but to be honest, I will be too busy waiting for the food on the barbeque to make its way to my mouth. That will probably be when the fireworks start!

CAYENNE'S PEN DANCE IS A LITTLE
BIT FASTER THAN MINE.

I'M CUTE RIGHT?

LOOK AT HER GO!

CHUCK

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