A Turkey For You and a Turkey For ME!

I want to paws for a moment and talk about Thanksgiving. It is a time for being thankful for all that we have been blessed with. It is not just about food. Right! It is all about food. This year, I have my own little Turkey-Day dinner complete with a little salad and a Chuck sized pumpkin pie. I will probably not even stop to say the blessing or even count my blessings. I will dive right in and show that little Turkey who is boss. There will be no Turkey carving needed on my behalf. I am like my own little carving knife with my little sharp teeth. Keep your hands and feet out of my way! I hope everyone has a lovely holiday and gets to enjoy a nice dinner. You just can’t have any of mine! Get your own!

Happy Thanksgiving

Chuck

Cuisin-Art

                                 I don't know what Cornish Hen means but I'll snarf it

Pre mini turkey demolition, I mean dinner

Handsome me sporting a bib

Well-deserved break….

I am really sleepy this week. I spent the weekend at Aunt Chris’s house with all of my favorite toys and I got home and played with all of my favorite toys. Life is busy. Sometimes I think I need a little break from all of the activity. I am only getting about 20 hours of sleep and if I don’t get 23 hours, I am just no fun. It can just be difficult being a popular Chihuahua blogger. Everyone expects so much from me and sometimes I just want to sleep in my bag and not come out (except for food of course). So, this brief little discussion is my blog for the week. Forgive me if I am just too sleepy to put very much into it. I promise that next week I will be more enthusiastic

Chuck

Don’t Wake Me Up Before You Go Go……

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Chuck’s 1st Friend

When I was about a month old, my Mom met a puppy that also needed a home. He was a cattle dog and my Dad had always wanted one of those. At the time, I didn’t know what that meant, but now I think that I could be a cattle dog since you get to be in charge, round everyone up and tell them what to do. As long as there aren’t any real cows to chase, I think I could do that fairly well, but I was not given the opportunity. This puppy was a rescue that was desperately seeking a family so my Mom got him as a surprise for my Dad. His name is Buck and when we were little, we were the best of friends. There weren’t any other dogs at my house that were anywhere close to my size, but Buck was perfect. We would play and I would bite his ears and stuff. You know fun things that you do with your best friend. Well, it didn’t take long for my best friend to outgrow me. He got bigger and I stayed small. We still get to hang out sometimes, but it just isn’t the same. I still bite his ears and he lets me, but I know he could squash me like a tomato if he wanted to. Luckily, he likes me and pretends that I am winning our little imaginary battles and I pretend that too! It is funner that way and perpetuates my oversized ego to make up for my undersized body! I think that is a good thing!

Chuck

Herding Chihuahua  

                       

                 In the beginning...

Stand still Buck I want to bite your ear

See Buck these are all of my blog fans

             

Just TREATS, no tricks please…..

Halloween is here again (almost). I went trick or treating at my Mom’s work. I got a pill pocket, minus the pill and some Pupperoni. Luckily no one played any tricks on me. If someone were to try to trick me out of my treat, I just might have to go “Chihuahua” on them and get a little bit snarky! The key to a good Halloween experience is to dress up so that you look cute, find the places that have good treats and be on your best behavior. That last one is pretty tough for me to do, but I can put up a good act for short periods of time. Just long enough to get the little snack in my mouth then I am quickly on my way to some bad behavior. This Halloween, I have two costumes. One is a little vampire cape and the other is a sailor outfit complete with a hat. I look pretty cute in both and I am sure that I will get lots of treats while wearing either one. Cayenne got to be a pumpkin, but she wasn’t super thrilled to be in her costume. I, on the other hand, know that I create treat inspiration every time I dress up.  People cannot resist my cuteness while I'm in my outfits. I could dress up in a pillow case and I would hit the mother lode of treats! I love Halloween and would like for it to happen more than once a year. I need some more costumes!

Count Chuckula   

Give me a treat or I "vill" bite you!

"I am waiting for my ship to come in"

Change of Seasons

In the summertime, I rise and shine first thing in the morning and go out and do my duty in the yard of amazing smells. I add a little more aroma to the big dog’s contributions and pee on top of everything for the top dog spot! When fall comes, I sort of rise with not much shine and trudge out to do my business without so much fanfare and return to my bed. As winter comes with snow and stuff, I am dragged from my warm bed and pushed toward the dog door that leads to the frigid morning air. I pretend to go out and do something and then I quickly return to the warm house to quickly poop on the kitchen floor. I don’t know how my Mom always knows that it is my poop. Surely there is someone else who could be blamed for this small indiscretion, but no, I get the yelling and the being chased around the kitchen. Often times this involves being chased with my own poop being waved around in a paper towel. Like this will somehow compel me to stop doing it. It sort of motivates me to poop bigger so that all the other dogs can see my big poop being waved around: almost like a checkered flag of victory. This blog was intended to be about the weather, but it sort of took on a life of it’s own in the direction of poop. Sorry about that, but the weather is getting really cold and I would like to stay in my warm bed please. (Unless I have to poop, then I’m heading to the kitchen for a victory lap!)

Chuck

Nascar Kitchen Pooper  

My Strategically Located Bed