STOP THE MADNESS...

My name is Daisy! If Chuck asks, you haven't seen me!

It happened again…. There was a little itty bitty tiny Chihuahua at my Mom’s work. The little creature was being carried around like a Princess, even going so far as to hide herself in people’s clothing. This is completely outrageous. I am the only Chihuahua allowed to be pampered and oohed and awwwed over. I am afraid that I am going to have to do something drastic: like hire armed guards to keep out the unwanted Chihuahua visitors.  I am thinking that a few Rottweilers and maybe a German Shepard or two might do the trick. I wonder how much they will charge me to keep out the rif-raf! Before I spend any money on security, maybe I will go with my Mom to work and pee on every surface possible. That should do the trick. It has not worked super well for me at home, but my Mom is always watching me! Why do you think she does that? Anyway, just a warning to the little dogs who are thinking of sneaking into my territory, you are facing security and pee, the likes of which you have never seen!

Chuck

Armed and Dangerous!

A HAPPY TAIL…

Most of you know that my Mom has adopted a few rescues and that I was less than enthusiastic to have them join our household. You see I just didn’t want to share any affection that I might be getting from my parents with them and I certainly didn’t want them eating any of my food. I don’t look at this so much as selfishness, but self preservation. I will admit that having the new dogs has not been that big of a deal. I am still incredibly spoiled and no one gets anywhere near my food. I would like to think that is because of my fierce demeanor and no nonsense look that I have on my little dog face, but the truth is that my Mom feeds me in the closet. There is no one else in there but me, free to scarf at my leisure. OK so this little story is not supposed to be about me…I just wanted to share with you some cool things that have been happening with one of the rescues named Lacey…..

I LOVE MY TOY!!!! CHUCK CAN'T HAVE IT!

When she first arrived, she took forever to eat her food. (I offered to help her out a few times.) Now she eats like she graduated from the “Chuck’s School of Feeding Frenzy.”

She would not take treats from my Mom. (I also offered some assistance with this, but my Mom said no.) Now she daintily takes the treat and runs off to eat it and comes back for more.

She would not let anyone pick her up very easily. She would back into a corner and make them come and get her. Now she runs up to my Mom waiting to be picked up and carried around like a show dog!

I don’t think she had ever had toys before. She was scared of them at first and now she has her favorite fuzzy toy and she squeaks it until I am ready to howl!

All of these things add up to a happy dog who is no longer afraid and I actually kind of like having her around. (Please don’t tell her that I said that! I have a reputation you know!)

GET OUT OF MY BED!- UMM... I MEAN WELCOME LITTLE RESCUE DOG!

Chuck

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DAYLIGHT SAVING WHAT?

IS THE SUN UP? DOWN? NOT THAT I REALLY CARE!

As a little dog without a watch, I must say that the whole concept of changing the time seems sort of silly. I watch my parents go around and change all of the clocks and I don’t know why. Was there something wrong with the other time? Do we now get something that we didn’t have before because the clocks are different? All I know is if you spend most of your time under a blanket, there is not a big concern over an extra hour of daylight. Day time, night time, who knows, it is dark under my blanket and it stays that way without me having to use my little step stool to change any clocks! Now I will say that we animals are confused as to whether it is dinner time or do we have to wait for a new time? Will we get fed earlier now that the clocks are different? Will we have a bigger dinner since there is so much more light to see what is going in our dishes? These are just some questions frolicking around in my little brain. I don’t expect any answers on this subject because I can’t imagine any reason to give up an entire hour of sleep, EVER! So whatever explanation you give will fall on deaf ears since I can’t hear much under my blanket anyway!

Chuck

No explanation needed!

SETTING A TREND

As a little dog, it is hard for me to be a pack leader or even a dog of influence, but there is one area that I have had a huge impact on my fellow dogs who share my housing space. You are probably thinking that they all want their own blog. No. You might then think that they wish they could scarf up their dinner as fast as me. No. The next option would be that they wish they could be as popular as me. No. They don’t seem to care about any of those things which is ridiculous of course. They should be envious of me and my success and wish that they could shrink themselves down to a cool Chihuahua size, but they are content with their mundane existence and have no aspirations beyond the next meal. (one that they can’t eat as fast as me) The thing that I am talking about involves howling. When I hear a noise or my parents are coming home, I tilt my little big head back and howl like a practiced coyote. It doesn’t take very long and the big dogs are doing it too. It is like a howling Broadway musical in my house and you can probably hear it from miles away. I am proud of this little influence that I have. I am the lead howler, the instigator and the choir director. It is an important job and I am just the dog to howl up to the plate if you know what I mean!

Chuck

Little Howler

Oooooouuuuooowwwwwwwwwww!!!