SUPER DOCTOR

WE COULD BE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS IF HE WOULD GIVE ME HAM!

Ok, so I guess I am not the only one who is exceptional! There is a new Doctor at my Mom’s work. He is a specialist with Internal Medicine. (You remember, I have had to visit them a few times. Nothing that was my fault of course!) Well nothing was wrong with me, but I went to work with my Mom to meet the new guy! His name is Kirk Sears. He does all kinds of cool things that I can’t spell and I think they have to do with sticking tubes in places that I would rather not discuss. The Internal Medicine Doctors are amazing and it is nice that they now have another Doctor who will be available when, I mean if I need him! I am not planning on eating rocks or plastic or wicker or any of that other stuff that got me in trouble before, but sometimes those things just happen. I clearly remember the rock launching itself into my mouth when I wasn’t even aware of it happening. Maybe I was yawning or something. Anyway, welcome Dr. Sears. I hope that we don’t become really good friends if you know what I mean!

CHUCK

Doctor Groupie

LIFE LESSONS

CAN YOU SEE ME?

This could make for a great suspense movie. It was ME trapped in the closet again! Most of you know that my Mom feeds me in the little pantry-closet because she is worried that I will try to eat the other dog’s food. I am not sure why she distrusts me like this, but I eat wherever my food takes me. The other night my Mom put me in there and then forgot me. I could hear my Mom and Dad talking and the other dogs free and happy roaming through the house while I was trapped. What made it even worse was the fact that there are bins of dog food in there which I couldn’t open and my favorite dog biscuits were on a shelf that only a Great Dane could reach. This was slow Chihuahua torture and I was a little bit surprised that I, being as cute as I am could be forgotten. My parents must have been given a drug of some kind or were tied up somewhere and unable to come get me. There is no way that I could be forgotten. I finally scratched at the door and was set free. My Mom was extra nice to me after this happened. I am thinking that I could hang out in the closet for awhile if it means additional attention. This is one of those lessons in life. There is usually an upside to negative situations. I will try to remember this nugget of wisdom the next time that I don’t get something that I want. I am pretty sure I will forget….

CHUCK

What was this blog about?

YUP, I AM STILL IN HERE....HELLO?

CHUCK'S SUMMER LINE UP...

I love summer. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a lot of fur to keep me warm so I prefer the warmer months. I am going to be very creative and witty and give you a list of the things I plan on doing this summer using the word summer. Nifty huh?

S is for Sun! I am going to sit it the sun and watch my little underbelly get all tan and dark so I look like the Mexican that I am supposed to be.

U is for Unlimited Barbeques. I plan on having an outdoor cook out whenever I can. I am going to eat little steaks and burgers and maybe a little shish-ka-bob with all kinds of fun items organized together on a little stick.

M is for Margaritas! YUM! I plan on putting a small umbrella in my drinks so that I look like I am at a Chihuahua resort on a beach or small island. Hopefully, no one will ask me for my ID. I think I might be under the legal drinking age.

COULD YOU PLEASE FILL UP MY PITCHER AND
TAKE ME OUTSIDE? OH...  AND DO YOU HAVE A LITTLE STRAW?

M is for Many bags of potato chips. You can’t have summer without them. Plus they will go really good with my margaritas.

E is for Extremely Handsome. OK it isn’t really a summer plan, but since I am really handsome I thought I would include it.

R is for Racing which I will be doing in the back yard while dodging all of the weeds that are bound to pop up and try to eat me. Yikes. I don’t think I like the R very well. I am going to stick to all of the above things and skip the last letter.

I hope your SUMME plans are as fun filled as mine. Just remember, your plans should probably include food. It is just a suggestion. It’s not that you can’t have any fun without food, but considering who is writing this, it makes sense that it would be the most important thing!

Chuck

Beach Boy!                                                      The doggles are in memory of my

                                                                                           friend Bailey who made them a 

                                                                                                       a fashion statement!

LITTLE DOG BENEFITS

There are many reasons why little dogs are cool. First I am going to give you the reasons why it is great to be a small dog. Then I am going to tell you why you should be happy to have a small dog. (Did you see how I bolded the word have? I am really getting some good typing skills)

• I like being a little dog because I can get a ride where ever I need to go. A little whine, a little paw and I am lifted up and carted off to my destination. It is like a little airplane ride on Chihuahua Airlines.
• I can wear cool outfits and people think it is great. If a big dog were wearing the same outfit, people would feel sorry for them.
• I get away with lots of stuff because honestly who is going to spank me? I am so little.



HERE I AM FLYING CHIHUAHUA AIRLINES
FREE ROUND TRIP TICKETS AVAILABLE

• When I bark, no one takes me seriously which is a mistake since I am so fierce. I can surprise my enemies and gain the upper paw.

You should want a little dog because…..

• We have really small poop!
• We look good in most carry on bags.
• Can you say Chick Magnet?
• When you get a little dog, everyone around you wants one too. Very trendy!
• You can buy smaller treats that don’t take up much space. The same philosophy applies to toys, beds and dishes.
• Did I already talk about small poop?

Anyway, I think I have given you plenty of good reasons to get a little dog. Good things come in small packages.

MY MOM WOULDN'T LET ME SHOW YOU A PICTURE OF MY POOP :(

CHUCK

Chuck Magnet

SEE...CUTE CLOTHES = CHICK MAGNET

THUNDERSTRUCK

So last week we talked about the rain that I hate and this week we are going to talk about the rain’s friend Thunder. I am personally not really bothered by thunder, but some of my house mates have some issues with it. I, while under my blanket, am only able to hear when dinner is served. The whole thunderstorm thing can rage around and I just don’t hear it. If thunder were announcing a food drop, I might poke my head out, but I have never heard of thunderstorm food drops have you? Anyway, back to my other dog friends. Dutchess hears thunder and hides under the toilet. Buck hears thunder and starts licking everyone around him.  Serra hears thunder and tries to climb in my Mom’s lap even if she is standing up. (pathetic) However the worst one is Clayton who actually runs outside into the thunderstorm to escape from the thunder. Seriously! I try to talk some sense into them, but they won’t listen to me though I guess it could be hard to hear what I am saying when it is muffled by my blanket. I get a good Chihuahua chuckle from watching my crazy dog friends and I decided that it was blog worthy. Check out the pics below!

CHUCK

ACDC Fan

CLAYTON: THUNDER GREETER

BUCK: THUNDER LICKER

DUTCHESS: THUNDER FLUSHER

THIS IS ME LAUGHING!

SERRA: THUNDER LAP DANCER

NO MORE RAIN!

THIS IS THE PICTURE ON CHUCK'S RAIN JACKET OF
OF A HAPPY LITTLE DUCKY IN THE RAIN

“We need the moisture.” What does that really mean? That is all I keep hearing and I am thinking to myself if you need moisture take a shower or a really long bath. Why does the moisture have to come from the sky? Every day when I need moisture, I mosey on over to my little water dish and lap up some fresh moisture. I guess I am a little bit confused. I suppose the trees and outdoor things need moisture, but why do they need it in the form of non ending rainstorms? I think that is a bit excessive, don’t you and it could be considered as water hoarding. I am glad I am not a weather man as I would be constantly confused! My yard has a small river running through it and I am afraid to go outside. My friend Becky recommended that my Mom get me a little rescue beacon in case I end up floating away. That doesn’t make me feel very safe! I am staying away from the little river. The horses in the barn don’t have a choice. The little river is running right through their house! I am glad I am not a horse. I am hoping that the river doesn’t try to run through MY house or I will cause a small Chuck like scene. I know you probably can’t tell, but I can be fairly dramatic when I need to be. I’m just sayin that if the water tries to mess with me, I’ll ,……I’ll…… I’ll bark and howl until someone picks me up. So there!

Chuck

Rubber Ducky

THE LITTLE DUCKY IS HAPPY.....
ME.... NOT SO MUCH!

A POOH DOG BIRTHDAY

I am giving up my amazing wisdom and wit this week to share my blog with my big brother Sabre. He is turning 13 today and I figured I could do a Happy Birthday blog instead of sending a card or buying him a gift. There are rumors that Sabre is my Mom’s favorite dog. I know she calls him her “Pooh Dog” and all but I am sure it can’t be true. I mean really. Look how cute I am and I am so well behaved. She calls me something else that starts with Rat, but that is a compliment right? Like my own little pet name. I think I am everyone’s favorite, but Sabre is the alpha dog and all of the dogs in my house look up to him. I literally look up to him because he is a lot bigger than me. Someday I will be as big as Sabre if I keep eating my ham! I must admit that I am feeling a little bit insecure today. I would like to be the alpha someday, but those are some pretty big paw prints that I would have to fill. I think my whole body would maybe fit in one of them. Maybe I don’t need to be an alpha. It sounds like a lot of responsibility and work and I don’t like either one of those things. I might have to be an example of good behavior and what fun is that? I think I will just keep being my Mom’s “Rat ___________”  and I will stay under my blanket where no one expects anything from me. I feel much better now that I am not going to be a Labrador Retriever. It makes me tired just thinking about it. In honor of Sabre’s birthday, I say we all get under our blankets and take a nap!

TOYS ARE GREAT AT ANY AGE!

CHUCK

Are we having cake?