BIG DOG BLOG

The big dogs are stealing the blog for the week. While Chuck was running around chasing his treat ball, the big dogs decided to take to the keyboard and do a little summary of their feelings for Chuck.
Here are just a few of their shared thoughts and feelings regarding the famous blogger…

Serra: “Chuck is really small, but he eats like a cow”

 Bleu: “I try to pretend he isn’t there, but he keeps bugging me and bugging me until I can't take it anymore and I have to bark at him. Very annoying!”

 Buddy: “I don’t mind him I guess, but when he runs under my legs it kind of freaks me out and then I need therapy.”

Clayton: “He stays under his blanket most of the time, but when he does come out I wish he would go back in.”





Buck: “I know we were puppies together, but he was a little jerk then and he is a little jerk now. I turned out great so we know that he is the one who has a problem. “





Thank you for letting us share our deepest feelings for our furry friend Chuck. Please just don’t tell him anything ok? He can be super snarky when he is mad you know!

KING OF THE HOUSE

SUPER PITIFUL!

After dinner and after I have had a little post dinner nap, my Mom puts the big dogs in another room and we little dogs get to run around the house. I of course get my treat ball and Cayenne acts like an idiot with her fluffy ball. My Mom kicks it around for her and she screeches and yipes as she jumps, twirls and spins to catch the ball. Not that I am paying attention, but if I were I would say that she is pretty good and catches that stupid ball almost every time. Lacey finds her favorite spots to pee in the house and we all pretend like we don’t know she is doing it. She is a little bit sensitive so no yelling around Lacey. Geez- Anyway, the whole point of this story is that I am out and the big dogs are cooped up. It just feels satisfying to me somehow to see their big sad faces as I run by them gobbling up snacks from my ball. There is a gate between me and them so I can make little faces at them and do other annoying stuff and sometimes I even get them to growl at me. That is the best because, again, I am out and they are in. This is probably trivial and stupid, but I enjoy my evening Chihuahua power trip. My tip to you is for you to get yourself a treat ball and show off a little bit,

FROM THIS ANGLE, I ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE A BIG DOG- DON'T YOU THINK?

CHUCK
Inappropriately Powerful

THE NOSE KNOWS?

THIS IS  CLOSE UP OF MY NOSE. DOES IT LOOK OK TO YOU?

I think I might have a serious problem. Aren’t dogs supposed to be good smellers, snifffers and snooters? Well I think my snooter might be broken. My Mom drops treats in my dog bed in different places so that I can hunt them down, but I go right over them without sniffing them out. That is a problem right? What if my smeller is broken? Does this mean I can’t be a drug sniffing dog or a bomb sniffing dog or a dog who can track down a bad guy? I am horribly depressed now. I feel like my career choices have gotten very narrow. I can smell ham. That is a good sign and I am feeling much better now. I love the smell of ham and come to think of it I love all kinds of food smells. Maybe the biscuits have been camouflaged in some sneaky no smell sauce. Well now that my career choices have opened back up, I am going to take a nap and think about which one of those sniffing careers that I might want to apply for. I guess I won’t really be thinking about it while I am sleeping, but maybe when I get up…..

CHUCK
Bad Smeller

HOLIDAY APPRECIATION

I AM PRETTY SURE THERE IS A HOT DOG HIDING SOMEWHERE IN THIS GRASS!

We dogs don’t really know much about celebrating Memorial Day. I understand that it is an important holiday to people, but I am really interested in the barbeque aftermath. There will be spilled potato chips and beer cups left unattended. There will be little hot dogs that find their way to the ground which is within the reach of my little short legs and body. So please enjoy your important holiday, but remember that we dogs play a huge part in your celebration. This is the case for most holidays. Please don’t think that we don’t have a sense of things that are important, we are very sensitive about these things. We just have a different set of priorities and food is the number one thing on our calendar! Important things end up somewhere with baths and toenail trims if you know what I mean. Don’t forget your furry housemates this holiday and make a few intentional drops while enjoying your food!

CHUCK
Food Patriot

YOU NEED SOME SUN!

WHERE ARE THE LAWN CHAIRS?

Lacey and I are ready for our little inflatable Chihuahua pool. I can feel it in the air: summer is drawing near and the beer will be flowing, the barbeque will be sizzling and the watermelon will be rolling off the countertop. I am so excited to soak up some sun and partake in all of the above mentioned stuff. Lacey looks like she could use a little sun. She is very white! I actually tan quickly and will be a bronzed sun dog in no time. Get out your summer stuff and don’t even think about coming to my house for a barbeque. There isn’t enough food for me to share with you. 

WHERE IS THE FOOD?

Chuck
Tan/Beige Chihuahua

ARTEEST

I PROMISE NOT TO EAT THE ROLLER.....UNLESS IT HAS HAM IN THE MIDDLE...HMMMM

There has been some painting going on at my house and I don’t understand why I have been excluded from this activity. I have been kept in another room and have not even been allowed to supervise. I should be involved in all major undertakings at my house. This should include painting. Do you think my parents think that I would try to eat the paint? Well even if they are right, I should be given to opportunity to make that mistake. I want my own little painting overalls and a little pocket for my little brush and a little lunch pail for break time. I think that my painting skills would be impressive, yet unique. For instance, I could slather myself up with paint and rub vigorously on the wall. Or I could just rub myself on the wall and WAHLAH…Multicolored Chihuahua. It sounds fun and creative. I think I might be an artist of some kind or another. Or I could just be bored and need a distraction. Whatever, I still want the little lunch pail. (Pre-stocked please)

THIS IS WHAT THE WORLD LOOKS LIKE WITHOUT ME PAINTING IN IT!

CHUCK
Drama based Artist

DEPORTATION

DO YOU THINK I AM OVER-DRESSED? TOO MANY BEADS? HAT OR NO HAT?

My Mom frequently threatens to deport me to my homeland of Mexico. I think she might not understand that I was born in this country and therefore I am a real citizen. She can’t put me on the Chihuahua bus back to Mexico when I have never even been there before. However, on this Cinco De Mayo holiday, I am considering an imaginary trip to the land of my little dog ancestors. This means that I will stay under my blanket and think about my journey, but never actually leave my comfortable home. This is my preferred method of travel as I am a little bit on the lazy side. The celebration in Mexico will include lots of food and beverages (Mexican beer) and a bunch of us little dogs howling and playing. I think I will have a good time, but I will be anxious to return to my familiar surroundings. There will be no deportation for me so you can just tell my Mom she is stuck with me as I am a legal citizen of my pen under my blanket!

CHUCK
Dreamer