X-RAY ENVY

In a previous blog, I told you about my new “friend” Lacey who has taken over our household with her cuteness and sweetness and all of that mushy stuff that I have no use for. She had a broken leg and I thought that maybe she was faking to get all of that attention, but as it turns out, she really did have a broken leg. She recently got her cast off after having it on for 2 months. Dr.Swainson said that she was healed and was very pleased with her progress. Her leg looks a little funny since it has been wrapped up for so long and all she wants to do is lick, lick, lick, which I can understand. I saw the x-rays of her broken leg and the implant that Dr. Swainson put in to fix it. This is much better than the x-ray of my stomach when I ate too much food!  It is kind of cool. I might want one of those metal implants someday. (Don’t tell my Mom I said that) Lacey is kind of like a bionic dog or a Transformer dog. Maybe she will turn into a car someday or a cute little pick-up truck. That would be good, then she could drive away and I would get my much-deserved attention back. I’m cute too you know!

Chuck

Super Cute

                  

I really thought she just had a limp wrist...

Here is Lacey squeezing the last little bit of
 'oh you poor baby' out of Mom. 

I want my own hardware too now. It might interfere with
my globetrotting, man of mystery mystique though.
It would surely set off every airport metal detector from here to Rio
Maybe I could be the Man of Steel.

BUNNY LUV!

We are going to skip our educational blog this week so that I can share with you a bunny story. You remember my friend Petey from a previous blog…well like me, he had to have a surgery, though he only had one and I have had four. I win. Anyway, he had a little bump on his side and it had to be removed. This wasn’t done at Colorado CanineOrthopedics, but at a regular veterinary clinic that welcomes bunnies in their clinic. Not that my good Doctors wouldn’t want to help, but they thought that little Petey needed bunny experts on this one. He did really well and was even given a little after surgery bunny shirt to wear while he healed. Of course, like me he is not super well behaved so he had his shirt off in no time and was running around naked! He got some special medicine and I must say it was nice seeing someone other than me having to take medication and have a bunch of hair shaved off. Petey still looked pretty cute, but that whole shave thing is not a good look for me. He is healing well and his prognosis is good. What would we in the animal world do without the people who help us? We would be in trouble that is for sure. If you didn’t know me very well, you might think that I am graciously giving thanks to veterinarians with no selfish thoughts at all. Those of you who know me, know that I am looking for some serious snackage the next time I go see one of my Doctors. Just a hint, Pupperoni is always good medicine!

Chuck

Hippity Hop

      

Did they give you a Pupperoni? Don't lie, I can smell it on your breath! 
                 Dang it Petey. You've got carrots and lettuce and all that
           'bunny' crap to eat. You should have saved it for ME. 
This is the last blog I'm going to write about you…I thought you were my friend. 

GET THE BO BO!

As I told you last week in my blog, I will be doing some educational training and will use my blog as a venue to encourage and inspire you to be the best that you can be. In this week’s installment we will talk about being sneaky and how it can work to your advantage. Take for instance me. I look like a good dog, I can pretend to be a good dog, but I am sneaky. Let’s talk about my little friend the Bo Bo dog toy. I creep up to him, just sniff a little, pretend to be nice and then I attack. I am ferocious. I snarl and whip that toy from side to side and if anyone tries to take him from me, I give them the ol’ Chihuahua attitude. Then they know not to mess with me. As for the Bo Bo, well he is no match for the likes of me. So I go from nice to nasty in 2 seconds. I don’t know how you will use this little tidbit of information in your own life, but I am guessing that you have your own Bo Bo that you need to deal with. Be sneaky, be ferocious and you will prevail. Don’t you feel better now that we have had this little conversation? I am so glad that I could be of assistance. Who knows what you might learn next week?

Chuck

Sneaky and Snarky

Yo Yo it's my Bo Bo now homies! I gnashed and I smashed and I bashed,
it's OK though Bo Bo never saw it coming.

I’m not coming out……

Do you see me? Yes, I am standing in my pantry closet and I am waiting for someone to bring me some food, snacks or something for me to steal. I will wait here all day if I have to and you can’t make me leave. Sometimes in life, you need to stand your ground and be strong in your convictions (whatever those are). Sometimes I want this blog to be about more than just me. I want to be able to share MY wonderful insights and MY opinion of important things and give you advice on stuff because I am super smart! When I am standing in the closet, I am in charge. Unfortunately, I have to depend on others to bring me stuff. Sometimes in life, you have to depend on others even if they are SLOW to bring you what you want. Just in case you don’t know, I am not a super patient dog. See how many important things you learned today just because you read my blog!

Chuck

Oh Wise Impatient One

 

Mom puts everything in giant plastic containers because…well I have a history with  paper bags
…when they're wrapped around food. Sometimes I dream of being a Raccoon.
Nothing stops a Raccoon from getting his dinner.

VOCABULARY TEST

Sometimes my Mom uses words that I think I know, but then it turns out completely different and I get confused. Take for instance the word Pedigree. This is a status that I myself am proud of. My Pedigree means that I am special and that I have come from a great line of amazing Chihuahuas (you knew that right?). Well there is another word that starts with Ped, but it ends with cure. That is right, Pedicure. This word is not so much fun and it doesn’t make me proud, it makes me snarky!  My Mom uses this word because she thinks it makes the idea of trimming my toenails sound like fun. Well it is no fun at all and I let her know just how much I hate it by trying to get in as many bites as I can while she is trying to do it. She in fact will wear big leather gloves so that I can’t get any good bites in. When she does this, I feel like one of those trained birds whose handler must wear gloves to protect themselves from the bird’s sharp talons. Like an eagle or a falcon.  In this case, it is my sharp teeth, but if my toenails haven’t been done in awhile I guess they are sort of like eagle talons. Maybe I should be proud that I am kind of like an eagle and maybe somebody will put pictures of me on flags and money and stuff. I am now feeling proud of my Pedicure!

Chuck

Fly Like an Eagle  

The glove test...