CHI – WHAT?

I AM THE CHI-BUNNY!

When Lacey first came to Colorado Canine Orthopedics, she looked like a little bunny with white soft bunny fur. Everyone called her the Chi-Bunny. I think it is only fitting that she gets to be the Easter Bunny this year. She doesn’t hop very well and I am pretty sure if there were hidden Easter eggs, she would pee on them, but let’s just ignore that right now. If she filled out an application to be the Easter Bunny, there is not a chance she would get the job, but since this is my blog, I am letting Lacey be the Easter Bunny this year. I will not share any of my jelly beans with her and I certainly won’t let her get close to my Easter ham. She is only a symbol of the day with no real power over the holiday or the food involved. Please enjoy the Chi-Bunny and know that this is a one day gig for her so don’t get too used to seeing her on this blog!

CHUCK

Easter Promotions Director

I AM THE CHICKEN- REALLY?

LUCKY ME...

I have decided to change my heritage. With the celebration of St. Patrick’s Day, I have been listening to all of the hoopla and festive plans and it sounds like Irish people are very happy. Since you don’t hear “The luck of the Mexican,” I think it is fair to say that I want to be Irish. “The luck of the Irish” is a well known phrase so it must mean something. Don’t get me wrong, when Cinco De Mayo comes around, I will probably switch back, but for now I want to get some of that Irish luck stuff. I think for me it would mean being lucky by getting extra ham or being lucky by having a delivery of food come to my house addressed to me. These would be some good reasons for me to become Irish. My Dad already roots for Notre Dame so I should become luckier with my sports skills right? I like green. Grass is green, lettuce is green, green beans are green, what’s not to like? I would even try some green beer if I could be lucky enough to steal some from some Irish person distracted by the party they are attending. These are good plans. If my luck holds out, I might share some with you, but probably not.

CHUCK

Riverdancer

I AM FEELING A WEE BIT LUCKY TOO!

THIS IS A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT......

This is a public service announcement from ME…..

This is the weekend that we all have to turn our internal and external clocks to another time. Why you ask? I am just the announcer not the person who made up this ridiculous rule. Because of this weird and unjustified rule, I will lose an hour of my precious sleep time on Sunday. Yes, you heard right: a whole hour. This is devastating to me since that will put me at about 22 hours of sleep instead of my usual 23. I will be a mess for about a week wondering if it is time for breakfast when it is still dark or dinner when the sun is still hanging out in the sky. I will be unable to know when to bark for my scheduled barks that will now be at a different time. I am a dog on a schedule. If you mess with my schedule, you are asking for some bad behavior and an overall snarky attitude. Maybe you can change your clock, but I shouldn’t have to change mine. This is just a suggestion, but maybe we could have Chuck time. It would never change. It would always be time for a meal. Breakfast or dinner, you choose. That is what I am setting my clock to. I encourage you to do the same!

CHUCK

Founder of Chuck Time

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHANGE THE TIME ANYWAY SO I CAN'T PARTICIPATE!

SIZE REALLY DOES MATTER!

SEE THIS TOY IS REALLY BIG....

I know that you think that I am just a little dog who really doesn’t know much, but I am way smarter than I look. Take for instance my knowledge of fine foods. I am a small furry encyclopedia of food information. I know more about food than most, but I refuse to share my knowledge as I prefer to keep my food to myself. I might not be so great at math, but I am able to figure out how many treats can fit in my treat ball. That way I know when one of those before mentioned treats is missing which means that one of my little friends was following me around hoping that I would miss one. Well it happens sometimes and I am not happy about it. I do also know that size is important. When it comes to my toys, there are some that are the perfect size for me and others that are almost bigger than I am. Don’t get me wrong, I will play with just about any toy, but when I am carrying it in my mouth and running around like an idiot, the big toys can be a bit cumbersome for my fast little self. The smaller- my size toys are better for me to carry and keep to myself. I just sometimes like the challenge of the big toys. Do you do this in your life too? Do you have aspirations of having bigger and better when the small stuff might be a better fit for you? I’m just asking. You don’t even have to answer. No judgments here…..(unless you steal the treats from my ball, then all bets are off)

CHUCK

Smaller and Smarter

THIS TOY IS MORE MY SIZE!