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!