DENIED?

WHERE DID OUR LOVE GO?

Some of you may remember this lovely picture of me and my friend Becky sharing some love and a cup of coffee. Well after last week’s blog, I sent my friend Becky an e-mail requesting the opportunity to try out my rooster skills at her house. I asked if she needed my resume as I was applying for a job of sorts. Here is the response that I received.

Thank you for your inquiry.  We are not taking applications at this time. As you can see, I copied this directly from her e-mail response. My feelings are a little bit hurt right now and my little ego has been squished like a bug. We are friends right? Don’t friends give their friends a job if they ask for one? I am not asking to balance her checkbook, repair vehicles or clean her kitchen (unless there is food on the floor, then I might be interested in that job too) I simply want a little bit of support in my new career endeavor. I think that Becky should reconsider her cold professional response to this little Chihuahua friend of hers. Many of you know her and you could certainly contact her on my behalf. Remind her of all of the good times that we have shared. Like the time I peed in her office right after she took me outside. That was fun right? Then there was the time that I escaped from my Mom and ran right to Becky’s office knowing there was some love there waiting for me. Not feeling much love right now I can tell you that. If I were in her office right now I might do something more elaborate than just peeing. Use your imagination…..

CHUCK

Revenge Pooper

SO THERE!

HERE COMES THE ROOSTER...

I have been thinking lately that I need to have another job besides my blog writing. If you have followed my blogs for long enough you will remember that I have frequently had some ideas about which jobs I might like. Unfortunately, most jobs get in the way of my most important job of sleeping and that is unacceptable. I have thought of an alternative job that has a very specific time frame and once completed the job is done for the day. I would like to have a rooster job. First thing in the morning, I get up and make some noise and go back to sleep. This is something that I kind of already do. This is a dream job for me and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. So you are asking yourself if I can actually make the real rooster noise and I am wondering why you would think such a stupid question. I can make the Chuck rooster noise which sounds a little bit like a howl, but if I add a doodle doo bark at the end, I think I can make it work. I am eager to get started on my new career and will be launching it tomorrow morning.  If you hear something other than a rooster tomorrow, you will know it is me with your morning wake up call! Oh wait, do I need to get rid of the real rooster in order to steal his job? I can’t have him trying to out-do me on the morning noise creation. Maybe I can send him to a farm far away where there are no Chihuahuas within a 50 mile radius (in case other Chihuahuas are interested in this career path as well) This is a good plan and no one even needs to know that a change has taken place.

CHUCK

Chuckadoodledoo

SHOULD I START YET? I MIGHT HAVE TO WORK ON MY TIMING A LITTLE BIT....

SLEEPING BEAUTY?

SO SHE IS A LITTLE BIT CUTE.....WHEN SHE IS ASLEEP

I think that I am pretty cute when I am sleeping though it would be hard for anyone to know since I am usually under my blanket. Somebody made a big deal the other day about how cute Lacey is when she sleeps and I beg to differ. She is not really sleeping, but waiting to step on me or pee on me when I am not prepared. How can that possibly be cute? Cute is me when I am sleeping or awake. Cute is me eating or drinking. (ok maybe the eating part isn’t super attractive, but surely when I am sitting and not doing something wrong) Anyway, I think that we have all determined that in the world of Chihuahuas that I am a cute guy. Lacey can be all white and fluffy and look like a little bunny rabbit, but I with my lack of hair and fluffiness am certainly cuter than she is. I am not going to ask for your responses because I know your answer and I appreciate your loyalty to me, the semi hairless dog with a big head who is really cute! Thanks for your silent vote. I hear you!

CHUCK

Occasional Obstructed Cuteness Representative

I AM CUTER THOUGH RIGHT? IF YOU COULD LIFT UP THE BLANKET, YOU WOULD SEE!

ROUND PEG – SQUARE HOLE?

The size of one’s brain is not determined by the size of one’s head. Example: my head is small, but my brain is huge. My big dog friends have way bigger heads than I do, but clearly their brain size is questionable. Examples: they do not sleep under a blanket. That is a no-brainer. They also get all worked up about food time before my Mom is even close to handing out the grub. I wait until it is a sure thing before I start the happy dance. None of them have even thought about writing their own blogs. This would be too much work and their paws are too big to delicately tap on the keyboard. They also are not selective in their barking choices. They bark at anything. I choose to bark at certain things that have meaning: a stranger in the house, the trash going out the door and the package deliveries. You know the big stuff. Another fine example is my friend Clayton who sticks his big ol’ dog head in the little dog door. He does not fit in the dog door, but he constantly wills his head and body to be small enough to get in the door. Not gonna happen big guy. Anyway, I hope all of my illustrations of smartness have led you to the same conclusion that I have reached. Little dogs have bigger brains than big dogs. This is probably written in an encyclopedia somewhere, but I am too small to pick up a big book. My brain however is big enough to understand what is in the big book. So there!

CHUCK

Brainstorm (different from a thunderstorm)

DOES MY HEAD LOOK BIG IN THIS PICTURE?

DO YOU THINK HE IS GOING TO SQUEEZE THROUGH? 

CHUCK EXPOSED!

Have you ever left your house and realized you had forgotten to put your clothes on? Have you ever been under-dressed for a fancy event? This is how I am feeling. It has been a little warm lately and I have had to come out from under my blanket and I feel completely exposed. I’ve even tried the half on half off blanket trick and I still feel completely naked. It is not intentional nakedness. I am just one hot Chihuahua. Is that a good thing? Anyway, as this summer heats up, you are going to be feeling exposed. If you like this feeling, there might be something wrong with you. Just sayin….. I am much more comfortable hiding under my blanket and you may probably feel better wearing a big parka or something, but it is too hot for that. Stay cool this summer and being a little bit naked is ok right?

CHUCK

Chihuahua Streaker, I mean sleeper…

STOP STARING AT MY NAKEDNESS PLEASE!

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY FOOD?

MY FOLLOWING STATEMENTS DO NOT REPRESENT THE VIEWS
AND OPINIONS OF ANYONE BUT ME. 

So we recently discovered that Lacey will not eat if it is raining. At first we thought it might be the thunder, but no. Just a few sprinkles on the skylight will keep her from enjoying her meal. She starts shaking and freaking out at the slightest chance of rain. You are thinking…. Poor Lacey, the little darling can’t eat. I am thinking….What kind of an idiot turns down food! There could be a thunderstorm, a vacuum cleaner, a distraction of any kind and I would still eat. There could be a tornado or an explosion of epic proportion and you couldn’t drag me away from my food. Some have tried and failed. You do not come between this Chihuahua and his food…..EVER! So what do you say to poor Lacey who misses her dinner every time a rain cloud passes overhead? I say “Move out of my way and I can take care of her food!” The truth is when it comes to food, I don’t have a pity bone in my body. I can’t even drum up a tiny scrap of it for her. Speaking of scraps, I eat leftovers and used food of any kind. Just so you know!

CHUCK

Food Donation Rec

WAS THAT A RAINDROP?
I AM NOT EVEN LOOKING AT THAT FOOD!

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LOTS IN COMMON...?

As the 4^th of July nears, I would like to take this opportunity to give you my comparison study of myself and fireworks. With much wisdom, I have put this little list together to show you all the ways that I am like a firework.

         

I am an excellent source of fun and entertainment, but can be dangerous if not handled properly!

My face inspires wonder and awe and lots of OOOOH’s and AHHHHH’s wherever I go!

I am fast and can go off without any notice, often scaring those around me!

I can get all of the dogs in the neighborhood to start barking incessantly!

Like fireworks, I often inspire food gatherings whenever I am present.

Loud noises come out of me often and that is all I am saying about that….

Please remember me this 4^th of July when you are grocery shopping for the little fireworks party that you are inviting me to, I do like ham and anything else that goes with it!

HERE I AM WITH MY LITTLE CHUCK SIZE PAPER PLATES
WAITING FOR THEM TO BE FULL OF FOOD....
AFTER THE FIREWORKS SHOW OF COURSE!