SNAP!

So I am now being called a snapping turtle. I think these names that I have been given are getting a little bit ridiculous. A few weeks ago, I was a bed bug. For the longest time, I have been a rat… !@##$%%*. We all know that this is just unfair! Do I deserve these names? Maybe there is some truth to those names, but I think they should only be used in private so as not to tarnish my reputation in the blogging world. So this newest name came when I was being offered a piece of turkey at my Mom’s work the other day. My Mom actually warned the nice girl who giving me the turkey that I am a snapping turtle. I really don’t know what she means. Turtles are big and slow. I am small and fast! I take food gently and delicately. I am the portrait of decorum and manners. Maybe she should call me the gentleman Chihuahua. That would be more accurate! She could call me GC for short. I could even start a magazine called GC. I would be on the cover ALL of the time wearing a suit and tie and slowly eating something tasty! YUM YUM, not SNAP SNAP!

Chuck

Little Snapper in Denial

Snapping Turtles don't have fur, so there,
I think that proves that I am not one.

I can see how this could look incriminating…but notice how cute I am.

PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE

 Whatever that means, I don’t have any patience. I am afraid that I was not given any patience when gifted with my Chihuahua jeans. Not the jeans that you wear, but those other ones. Anyway, I think I have some gifts that I was born with, like being able to sniff out a treat from a mile away or eating my food faster than you can put it in my dish. I can also run away from trouble like a very small greyhound. It is more like running away from being in trouble, but you know what I mean. I know none of these things have anything to do with patience so I will try to get back on topic. Patience means that you can wait for stuff. Yeah, I can’t wait for anything. When it is time for dinner, I want it now. When it is time for my treat ball, I want it earlier than now. I go to the closet to let my Mom know that I am ready for her to open the door. I am then forced to wait until she can manage to make her way over to the closet and get my ball. This is like torture for me having to wait. Doesn’t she know this? You would think that with all of the impatient cues I give her that she would get a clue. It should be somewhere in the Chihuahua manual and I will just have to get her to read it! I am pretty sure it was on the bestseller list for a really long time! Really Mom, look it up!

Chuck

I’m Patient

(Impatient!)

Look at me…why wouldn't you do exactly what I ask?
I mean look at me…totally irresistible, right?

I can smell it….pleeeease open the door

Maybe if I just claw a whole in the carpet,
 then Mom will know how serious I am.

I HEART CHUCK

The day of love, the day of romance and the day of 'someone better take me out to dinner'! I have heard rumors that I am not allowed to have chocolate so I guess a box of those won’t be happening this Valentines Day or any other. You know there must be a heart shaped box of Pupperoni or biscuits. I am just giving you some little hints so that you can give me what I want for Valentines Day! I suppose this will not be a holiday just about me because there is that whole romance factor involved which means more than one individual. I am willing to share this holiday with all of you in exchange for those aforementioned gifts. I promise to pace myself while eating my gifts so don’t be stingy!

Oh and if you have some time and money left over, you should maybe do something for someone that you love. See, I can be unselfish for short periods of time!

Have a Happy Valentines Day!

Chuck

Chihuahua Cupid

I borrowed my sister's sweater 'cus it's pink and all Valentiney…
I think I'm man enough to handle it.

IT’S ALL MY FAULT

So the big day came for the Super Bowl. I ate a nice big breakfast knowing that the game didn’t start until later. I was ready……then I fell asleep. I was dreaming of potato chips and beer and a Chihuahua sized football being thrown to me in the end zone, me catching it and the crowd going wild. It was a lovely dream. When I woke up, the game was over and the Broncos had lost by A LOT. There I was naked in my bed, knowing that I caused this horrible upset because I wasn’t wearing my Bronco’s outfit. How can Mr. Manning possibly win a game without my devoted clothing support? He can’t, that’s how. It is because of my 10 to 14 hour nap that the game ended as it did. If I would have just thrown on my jersey before I closed my eyes, those Seahawks would be flying out to sea if you know what I mean. I do think someone else is to blame for not having me flown in a private Chihuahua jet (with snacks on board) to the game to make sure that something like this didn’t happen. I could have been on stage with the newly named Red Hot Chucky Peppers! I could have been eating Bruno Mars Candy Bars! Sometimes life just isn’t fair, even for me as spoiled as I am. This should be a humbling experience but I doubt it will be. It would take something really big to make me humble.

Chuck

Super Bowl Snoozer

                                          

I liked my dream way better than the game…I missed.

SUPER CHUCK I mean SUPER BOWL

It is that time of year again where the potato chips are flying, beer is flowing and the Doritos will surely land in my mouth. The spotlight is not on me this week as our Denver Broncos are headed to the Super Bowl. Though I must say it should be because the ONLY reason they are even contenders for this most coveted position is because I wore my Bronco gear all season long and look what happened. They won their games and Mr. Manning has me to thank! What if I would have sported a different outfit? What if I would have worn no outfit at all and just ran around naked? They would be watching the Super Bowl instead of playing in it. You wouldn’t think that my streaking could have such devastating effects on a football team, but that is how influential I am. So just remember that having me as a fan is a big deal with a little dog behind it! I should have also been approached about starring in the half time show. I am not saying that I would have done it, but it would only be appropriate to have been asked. My schedule being what it is might make it difficult to perform, but I like to keep my options open. I could certainly pose for photo ops with the team, or eat the food that they hide in the locker room while wearing my Bronco jersey. Never mind, the cameras would be following me instead of the team and it really is their show. I will share the spotlight just this once. I will be distracted anyway with all of the tasty football watching treats!

Chuck

Furry Football Fan  

OK, ready to go. Bring me some snacks please or just drop some on my chair.
I'm not moving an inch until Mr. Manning is holding my trophy. I mean the Broncos trophy.

Two more days! Are you kidding me….I'm going to have to lay down for awhile then. Is there a pre-game  show or something on about how I landed them this gig or something.