THUNDERSTRUCK

So last week we talked about the rain that I hate and this week we are going to talk about the rain’s friend Thunder. I am personally not really bothered by thunder, but some of my house mates have some issues with it. I, while under my blanket, am only able to hear when dinner is served. The whole thunderstorm thing can rage around and I just don’t hear it. If thunder were announcing a food drop, I might poke my head out, but I have never heard of thunderstorm food drops have you? Anyway, back to my other dog friends. Dutchess hears thunder and hides under the toilet. Buck hears thunder and starts licking everyone around him.  Serra hears thunder and tries to climb in my Mom’s lap even if she is standing up. (pathetic) However the worst one is Clayton who actually runs outside into the thunderstorm to escape from the thunder. Seriously! I try to talk some sense into them, but they won’t listen to me though I guess it could be hard to hear what I am saying when it is muffled by my blanket. I get a good Chihuahua chuckle from watching my crazy dog friends and I decided that it was blog worthy. Check out the pics below!

CHUCK

ACDC Fan

CLAYTON: THUNDER GREETER

BUCK: THUNDER LICKER

DUTCHESS: THUNDER FLUSHER

THIS IS ME LAUGHING!

SERRA: THUNDER LAP DANCER

NO MORE RAIN!

THIS IS THE PICTURE ON CHUCK'S RAIN JACKET OF
OF A HAPPY LITTLE DUCKY IN THE RAIN

“We need the moisture.” What does that really mean? That is all I keep hearing and I am thinking to myself if you need moisture take a shower or a really long bath. Why does the moisture have to come from the sky? Every day when I need moisture, I mosey on over to my little water dish and lap up some fresh moisture. I guess I am a little bit confused. I suppose the trees and outdoor things need moisture, but why do they need it in the form of non ending rainstorms? I think that is a bit excessive, don’t you and it could be considered as water hoarding. I am glad I am not a weather man as I would be constantly confused! My yard has a small river running through it and I am afraid to go outside. My friend Becky recommended that my Mom get me a little rescue beacon in case I end up floating away. That doesn’t make me feel very safe! I am staying away from the little river. The horses in the barn don’t have a choice. The little river is running right through their house! I am glad I am not a horse. I am hoping that the river doesn’t try to run through MY house or I will cause a small Chuck like scene. I know you probably can’t tell, but I can be fairly dramatic when I need to be. I’m just sayin that if the water tries to mess with me, I’ll ,……I’ll…… I’ll bark and howl until someone picks me up. So there!

Chuck

Rubber Ducky

THE LITTLE DUCKY IS HAPPY.....
ME.... NOT SO MUCH!

A POOH DOG BIRTHDAY

I am giving up my amazing wisdom and wit this week to share my blog with my big brother Sabre. He is turning 13 today and I figured I could do a Happy Birthday blog instead of sending a card or buying him a gift. There are rumors that Sabre is my Mom’s favorite dog. I know she calls him her “Pooh Dog” and all but I am sure it can’t be true. I mean really. Look how cute I am and I am so well behaved. She calls me something else that starts with Rat, but that is a compliment right? Like my own little pet name. I think I am everyone’s favorite, but Sabre is the alpha dog and all of the dogs in my house look up to him. I literally look up to him because he is a lot bigger than me. Someday I will be as big as Sabre if I keep eating my ham! I must admit that I am feeling a little bit insecure today. I would like to be the alpha someday, but those are some pretty big paw prints that I would have to fill. I think my whole body would maybe fit in one of them. Maybe I don’t need to be an alpha. It sounds like a lot of responsibility and work and I don’t like either one of those things. I might have to be an example of good behavior and what fun is that? I think I will just keep being my Mom’s “Rat ___________”  and I will stay under my blanket where no one expects anything from me. I feel much better now that I am not going to be a Labrador Retriever. It makes me tired just thinking about it. In honor of Sabre’s birthday, I say we all get under our blankets and take a nap!

TOYS ARE GREAT AT ANY AGE!

CHUCK

Are we having cake?

HOT & SPICY

What happens when a little Mexican Chihuahua finds a little something on the floor that he is not supposed to eat, but is unable to stop himself as he is slightly obsessed with food? What happens when that same Chihuahua ( I am not mentioning names here)  eats the item off the floor and discovers that it is a spicy chip? Well, his mouth is all fired up and he runs around to rid himself of the taste and runs for the nearest bowl of water. How could this happen? Isn’t Mexican food supposed to be spicy? Shouldn’t above mentioned Chihuahua have some natural tolerance to spicy foods? Maybe it wasn’t of Mexican origin. Maybe it came from some other country where the spices are just too strong for me, I mean for a Chihuahua who eats things off the floor. (Not me!) This is just information for anyone who likes spicy food. Just be careful what you eat and where you get it from. I don’t know this from personal experience, but I heard it from a friend who heard it from a distant cousin. I am so glad that I have never eaten anything off of the floor! Whew!

I am not in any hurry to drink water,
I mean why would I be?

Chuck

Zesty Ranch Style

Some of you won't even see this picture because I have hidden it
at the bottom! 

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?

LOOK DOWN, DO YOU SEE ME NOW?

Ok, I know this is not football season as the potato chips in my house are scarce. I just have to tell you a little story, but I warn you, there is some violent content involving me potentially needing medical treatment.  The other night, as I was racing to my closet/pantry to leisurely scarf my dinner, my body accidentally connected with my Dad’s foot as he was handing out food to another dog. It was a moment out of a movie where I looked like a small Chihuahua football. My Dad was horrified that he had hurt me and I should have milked the situation for some sympathy or attention, but my food was in the closet, so I proceeded to my original course and ate my food. I wasn’t hurt, but it is a reminder to all little dog owners. We are small, your feet are big. We do not want to be a football or a soccer ball or even a golf ball. Look down all the time. Know that we are going to change directions a gazillion times and it will never make sense to you. We will be under your feet when you least expect it and we know better, but we can’t help ourselves. I guess I should just speak for myself, but I think the other little dogs are similar even if they won’t admit it. I act like a big dog. There, I said it. Inside of me is a big dog and I am not ashamed! Now that we have that settled, I have decided to wear a helmet and body armor at dinner time, just in case.

Chuck

Touchdown!