Next week I'll be nine months old. I'm a big girl now. Well, big really isn't in the cards for me. At 4 1/2 pounds, I'm about as big as I'm going to get.
I can't just play all day like I did as a puppy. Nope. Now I have duties and responsibilities. I need to be good and do my job all the time. It's a lot to ask from a dog--even a gifted chihuahua like me.
Duties and responsibilities keep me very busy. Tico takes care of Anneedabus and I take care of Daddy. Tico was here before me so he got to pick first. You think I got the dirty end of the stick. I would have picked Daddy anyway--I like a challenge.
Our day starts early. To stay on schedule I wake Daddy up while it's still dark out. Anneedabus usually gets up, too. Tico sleeps in for another hour or two every morning. And he says I'm spoiled...
Not me. I have to tend to Daddy. Once I get him settled on the couch in front of the television with his paper and coffee he's good until Tico gets up. Even though it's really Tico's job, I play with Anneedabus for a little while, too. I don't mind because he gives me treats.
After Daddy reads the paper we do our chores. We clean up the kitchen, make the bed, pick up the living room and open all the blinds. Daddy puts all our toys in the basket. I make sure none are missing then spread them around so we can play with them again.
Once chores are done it's time to get Daddy ready for work. I inspect the bathroom and stand guard while he takes a shower. I have a perfect record. Daddy hasn't been mugged, raped, robbed, or attacked by wild animals since I started looking after him.
Once Daddy goes to work I can relax and grab a bite to eat. When he gets back home the work really starts. I'll have to tell you about it later. Right now it's time for a nap. I need all the rest I can get.
Chi-ao!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
We Survive Another Project
Daddy and Anneedabus did ANOTHER project this weekend. You know what that means--another door between me and Daddy. Tico and I are starting to wonder why they ever brought us home.
Have to admit yesterday wasn't too bad. They stopped working early and took a nap with us. I like naps with Daddy. Sometimes he's grouchy to Anneedabus and Tico after he wakes up. He's never grouchy to me. I just lick his face and wag my tail a few times. Never fails to cheer him up.
Daddy and Anneedabus went back to work on the project first thing this morning and worked for hours. Unless I'm safely locked up in my crate, I'm really not happy if I can't see Daddy. I miss him so much I get anxious. You wouldn't understand--it's a chihuahua thing.
I kept going to the door. Daddy...are you there? Daddy? Please, please, please!
I could see him but he wouldn't play with me. One time he did hold me as he painted. Looks like pretty boring stuff to me. I don't care. I'll watch paint dry to have Daddy hold me. Even though I was on my best behavior, he put me down after only an hour.
Now Tico and I are waiting for them to finish the project. I hope they finish soon. Being anxious takes a lot out of me. I'm ready to curl up next to Daddy for a nice nap.
Chi-ao!
Have to admit yesterday wasn't too bad. They stopped working early and took a nap with us. I like naps with Daddy. Sometimes he's grouchy to Anneedabus and Tico after he wakes up. He's never grouchy to me. I just lick his face and wag my tail a few times. Never fails to cheer him up.
Daddy and Anneedabus went back to work on the project first thing this morning and worked for hours. Unless I'm safely locked up in my crate, I'm really not happy if I can't see Daddy. I miss him so much I get anxious. You wouldn't understand--it's a chihuahua thing.
I kept going to the door. Daddy...are you there? Daddy? Please, please, please!
I could see him but he wouldn't play with me. One time he did hold me as he painted. Looks like pretty boring stuff to me. I don't care. I'll watch paint dry to have Daddy hold me. Even though I was on my best behavior, he put me down after only an hour.
Now Tico and I are waiting for them to finish the project. I hope they finish soon. Being anxious takes a lot out of me. I'm ready to curl up next to Daddy for a nice nap.
Chi-ao!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
My Horrible Weekend
I had the most awful weekend. Daddy and Anneedabus did another project. I hate projects. If they never do another one it will be too soon for me.
The first project was a few weeks ago. Anneedabus took the door off the bathroom and used it to block the hallway to keep me and Tico from helping. Can you believe it? I know we could have made a difference.
Being unable to help was bad enough. We couldn't see what they were doing either. All I know is projects are noisy and smelly.
Last time they took turns working on the project. This time they blocked the hall with the bedroom door and stayed behind it most the weekend. I could see Daddy on the ladder but he just ignored me no matter how much I cried. Sniff.
When Anneedabus and Daddy do projects they don't play with me and Tico or take us for walks. We're left to fend for ourselves best we can. I love Tico but he is no replacement for Daddy.
Things started looking up yesterday. When Anneedabus put the bedroom door back I knew the project was about over. Hallelujah! Let the play time begin!
But I was wrong. Anneedabus took Tico to the Doctor for his annual check-up. The Doctor took blood and shot stuff up his nose. Then Tico got not one, not two, not three, but FOUR shots. He doesn't feel like playing and has been laying around ever since he got home.
I'll just lay here by my toys and wait. Somebody will play with me...one day. Sigh.
The first project was a few weeks ago. Anneedabus took the door off the bathroom and used it to block the hallway to keep me and Tico from helping. Can you believe it? I know we could have made a difference.
Being unable to help was bad enough. We couldn't see what they were doing either. All I know is projects are noisy and smelly.
Last time they took turns working on the project. This time they blocked the hall with the bedroom door and stayed behind it most the weekend. I could see Daddy on the ladder but he just ignored me no matter how much I cried. Sniff.
When Anneedabus and Daddy do projects they don't play with me and Tico or take us for walks. We're left to fend for ourselves best we can. I love Tico but he is no replacement for Daddy.
Things started looking up yesterday. When Anneedabus put the bedroom door back I knew the project was about over. Hallelujah! Let the play time begin!
But I was wrong. Anneedabus took Tico to the Doctor for his annual check-up. The Doctor took blood and shot stuff up his nose. Then Tico got not one, not two, not three, but FOUR shots. He doesn't feel like playing and has been laying around ever since he got home.
I'll just lay here by my toys and wait. Somebody will play with me...one day. Sigh.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Our Lucky Day
Daddy cracks me up. No matter the season he doesn't like to get too hot or too cold. This time of year he dresses in layers he can take off when he's hot or put back on if he's cold.
The colder it gets the more layers he wears. Last week when it was really cold I almost exploded waiting for him to dress to take me out. He put on clothes like he was about to cross the Alps on foot. I have no idea why. When we finally got outside he never left the porch.
Today it's beautiful outside. Dressed for much colder weather, Daddy took us for a walk. We walked for a long time, long enough to come dangerously close to running out of layers. I love Daddy and see him naked all the time. Trust me, you don't want him running out of layers.
The sweatshirt came off almost as soon as we left the house. He rolled his shirt sleeves up before we got to the end of the street and ditched the shirt after a few more blocks. Thirty minutes later he walked out of his sweatpants like Charlize Theron in that Dior ad you see on TV.
By the time I knew where we were, only a sweaty cotton t-shirt and nylon gym shorts stood between Daddy and indecent exposure charges. It was going to be close. I started walking faster.
Finally I could see the house. Then I saw sweat breaking out on Daddy's forehead. I picked up the pace and prayed none of the neighbors were home.
This time we were lucky. We made it home with the last layer still in place. I hope our luck holds out for the rest of the winter. You should, too.
Chi-ao!
The colder it gets the more layers he wears. Last week when it was really cold I almost exploded waiting for him to dress to take me out. He put on clothes like he was about to cross the Alps on foot. I have no idea why. When we finally got outside he never left the porch.
Today it's beautiful outside. Dressed for much colder weather, Daddy took us for a walk. We walked for a long time, long enough to come dangerously close to running out of layers. I love Daddy and see him naked all the time. Trust me, you don't want him running out of layers.
The sweatshirt came off almost as soon as we left the house. He rolled his shirt sleeves up before we got to the end of the street and ditched the shirt after a few more blocks. Thirty minutes later he walked out of his sweatpants like Charlize Theron in that Dior ad you see on TV.
By the time I knew where we were, only a sweaty cotton t-shirt and nylon gym shorts stood between Daddy and indecent exposure charges. It was going to be close. I started walking faster.
Finally I could see the house. Then I saw sweat breaking out on Daddy's forehead. I picked up the pace and prayed none of the neighbors were home.
This time we were lucky. We made it home with the last layer still in place. I hope our luck holds out for the rest of the winter. You should, too.
Chi-ao!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
No Fan of Cold Weather
You couldn't ask for a prettier day. The sun is shining and I can tell from the sound of the wind chimes a nice breeze is blowing. Looks like a perfect day for a rousing game of outdoor Chase Me with Tico.
I'm here to tell you looks can be deceiving! From the comfort of my sun puddle it's easy to forget how cold it is outside. I know because I do it all the time. Let me tell you something...I am NOT a fan of cold.
I've learned to expect cold when it's dark out. As soon as Daddy opens the door I sprint for the grass. I take two steps off the concrete, squat, pee, spin, dump and run back to the door. It's that simple. We're back inside in three minutes or less.
Squatting in cold, wet grass is bad enough. Try squatting in tundra with gale force arctic winds blowing up your butt. Frankly, it's a lot to ask for just a "good girl" and a pat on the head from Daddy. If it wasn't for Santa Claus I wouldn't even try.
Cold weather isn't all bad. With the leaves gone from most the big trees around the house, my favorite sun puddle is bigger than ever. Come to think of it, today is the perfect day for a little nap in the sun.
Sweet Dreams!
I'm here to tell you looks can be deceiving! From the comfort of my sun puddle it's easy to forget how cold it is outside. I know because I do it all the time. Let me tell you something...I am NOT a fan of cold.
I've learned to expect cold when it's dark out. As soon as Daddy opens the door I sprint for the grass. I take two steps off the concrete, squat, pee, spin, dump and run back to the door. It's that simple. We're back inside in three minutes or less.
Squatting in cold, wet grass is bad enough. Try squatting in tundra with gale force arctic winds blowing up your butt. Frankly, it's a lot to ask for just a "good girl" and a pat on the head from Daddy. If it wasn't for Santa Claus I wouldn't even try.
Cold weather isn't all bad. With the leaves gone from most the big trees around the house, my favorite sun puddle is bigger than ever. Come to think of it, today is the perfect day for a little nap in the sun.
Sweet Dreams!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Living with Toodles
Hi everyone. We're all ok. The wild dog that attacked us was just a big puppy who wanted to play. Toodles reacted like he was a rabid wolf hell-bent on eating her alive and swelled up like an angry cat. Cracked me up. Hope you had a merry Christmas, a fun New Year's Eve, and a relaxing week in between. Toodles and I have really enjoyed the holiday break. Anneedabus and Daddy stayed home to play with us for two weeks. It was exactly what we wanted--the best gift ever!
Anneedabus is my best friend in the world. Except for a quick trip to South Carolina to visit his family and a night in Atlanta with his sister for a Lady Gaga concert he's been home the entire time. It's been great!!! We've played games, walked all over Athens, taken long naps and gone for car rides. I wish he could be home all the time.
I love Daddy, too. He takes care of me when Anneedabus isn't home. We were a lot closer before Toodles came along. I understand. Toodles keeps him pretty busy. She is more than a little high maintenance. Daddy can't handle her by himself--Anneedabus has to help. Daddy says it's a good thing I'm such a good boy. I guess that's one way of looking at it. The other would be to just accept that Toodles is a brat and send her to Reform school.
Toodles is a full grown dog with a bit of a mean streak. She walks all over Daddy and Anneedabus. They let her get by with murder because she's so tiny and cute. She looks and acts like a puppy when she's really just a bad girl--like the girl in that Orphan movie. She knows exactly what she's doing. She chewed up one piece from the exact middle of the puzzle Anneedabus and Daddy worked on all week. Honest! You can't make this stuff up.
She'll go sketchy on you at the drop of a hat. Daddy says it's her pancreas. She sticks her tail between her legs and scampers to Daddy. She'll sit in his lap for the next hour or two or six, shivering every now and then--for attention if you ask me. Pancreas my butt.
She knows better than to mess with me. Took her a while to catch on. She's a slow learner--even slower than Daddy. I still have to remind her that other than her squirrel, all the toys and chew sticks are mine.
You're probably thinking I need to practice sharing. Nope. Tried that. You know the sheep Toodles got me for Christmas to replace the one she destroyed? She's already ripped it apart. Same with both the toys Buggs gave us for Christmas. She also chewed up two rugs and a sofa cushion and ripped holes in several towels, throws, and blankets. I hate to think of the damage Toodles could do if she was ever left alone for more than five minutes. Like I said, she's high maintenance.
Even so, I love her. When her pancreas isn't bothering her and she's not tearing stuff up or clinging to her Daddy and she's not too tired, Toodles is a lot of fun. When she's in the mood to play she is up for anything. She runs almost as fast as I do and takes my open field tackles like a wide receiver in the NFL. We have a great time wrestling, chasing each other, and playing tug of war or keep away. Life would be pretty boring without her.
Sooner or later, Toodles will get into something a good dog would leave alone. It's her nature--who she is. When she goes too far I find Daddy and sit at his feet until she gets caught. Now I don't get blamed for the damage. You do what you have to do.
Anneedabus is my best friend in the world. Except for a quick trip to South Carolina to visit his family and a night in Atlanta with his sister for a Lady Gaga concert he's been home the entire time. It's been great!!! We've played games, walked all over Athens, taken long naps and gone for car rides. I wish he could be home all the time.
I love Daddy, too. He takes care of me when Anneedabus isn't home. We were a lot closer before Toodles came along. I understand. Toodles keeps him pretty busy. She is more than a little high maintenance. Daddy can't handle her by himself--Anneedabus has to help. Daddy says it's a good thing I'm such a good boy. I guess that's one way of looking at it. The other would be to just accept that Toodles is a brat and send her to Reform school.
Toodles is a full grown dog with a bit of a mean streak. She walks all over Daddy and Anneedabus. They let her get by with murder because she's so tiny and cute. She looks and acts like a puppy when she's really just a bad girl--like the girl in that Orphan movie. She knows exactly what she's doing. She chewed up one piece from the exact middle of the puzzle Anneedabus and Daddy worked on all week. Honest! You can't make this stuff up.
She'll go sketchy on you at the drop of a hat. Daddy says it's her pancreas. She sticks her tail between her legs and scampers to Daddy. She'll sit in his lap for the next hour or two or six, shivering every now and then--for attention if you ask me. Pancreas my butt.
She knows better than to mess with me. Took her a while to catch on. She's a slow learner--even slower than Daddy. I still have to remind her that other than her squirrel, all the toys and chew sticks are mine.
You're probably thinking I need to practice sharing. Nope. Tried that. You know the sheep Toodles got me for Christmas to replace the one she destroyed? She's already ripped it apart. Same with both the toys Buggs gave us for Christmas. She also chewed up two rugs and a sofa cushion and ripped holes in several towels, throws, and blankets. I hate to think of the damage Toodles could do if she was ever left alone for more than five minutes. Like I said, she's high maintenance.
Even so, I love her. When her pancreas isn't bothering her and she's not tearing stuff up or clinging to her Daddy and she's not too tired, Toodles is a lot of fun. When she's in the mood to play she is up for anything. She runs almost as fast as I do and takes my open field tackles like a wide receiver in the NFL. We have a great time wrestling, chasing each other, and playing tug of war or keep away. Life would be pretty boring without her.
Sooner or later, Toodles will get into something a good dog would leave alone. It's her nature--who she is. When she goes too far I find Daddy and sit at his feet until she gets caught. Now I don't get blamed for the damage. You do what you have to do.
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