Our Typical Week

People say seven days make a week.  Honestly it's not that complicated. They must be confusing dog years with days of the week.  Everybody knows a week only has two days:  Kennel-Up-Day and The-Weekend. 

We all get up get up early on Kennel-Up-Day because Anneedabus and Daddy have to go to work.  Daddy sucks down a pot of coffee while he reads the newspaper, reviews our blog statistics, cusses at the TV news, and checks Facebook and his e-mail accounts.  I used to sit in his lap and watch but now I enjoy some quality time with Anneedabus before he goes to work.  He gets lonely since Tico always sleeps in.

The morning flies by.  Before you know it me and Tico have to kennel up.  I don't mind.  Daddy usually gives us good treats.  Besides, he's only gone for 15 minutes.  I've never timed him but I know he wouldn't lie.  

I sleep like a baby in my kennel.  Sleeping with Daddy is great but all his tossing and turning and getting up and down makes it hard to get much sleep.  I'm not complaining, just saying I have reason to appreciate a nice nap.  

Tico and I agree, The-Weekend is the best day of the week.  For starters we usually sleep late.  A few times we didn't get up until after the sun came up!

Anneedabus makes breakfast on The-Weekend.  Sometimes he makes scrambled eggs for me and Tico.  Scrambled eggs are my favorite people food but I also like cheese, green beans, peas, carrots and sweet potato french fries.  Just don't give me any blueberries.  Blech!

After breakfast we play with Anneedabus and Daddy.  When we're not playing, we take naps or long walks.  Today I helped Daddy pull weeds.  Daddy doesn't need to know I merely pretended to pull weeds while I kept an eye out for trouble.  You can't be too careful.  I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to him--especially on my watch.

All that hard work has made me sleepy.  I think I'll take a nap.  Just a quick one...no more than 15 minutes.

Chi-ao!

Tico the Fetch Fanatic

Hi everybody. It's me, Tico. You would hear from me a lot more often if Toodles would quit changing the password.

She would never change the password just to keep me from posting. She's following security protocols to keep the Chinese from hacking our blog and stealing our identities. You can't be too careful these days. I'm glad she's looking out for us.

Since my last posting we've had some crazy weather. Other than heat and humidity, we've had it all. It rained so much our private dog park flooded and we couldn't play fetch.















Fetch is my favorite game. No matter how far Anneedabus throws the ball, I bring it back. Every time. I'm always ready for a good game of fetch.
















It's a complicated game. Toodles doesn't really get it. She runs along behind me to see exactly how I do it. Until I know she's ready, I'm not letting her touch the ball. Anneedabus counts on me to bring it back and I'm not going to let him down.

After all the rain we had snow. Toodles hates it. She doesn't know what she's missing! Playing fetch in the snow with Anneedabus is probably the most fun I've ever had.
















Since she's grown up, Toodles is a bit more bearable. She still wants to play every waking moment of every day. Most of the time I don't mind, but every now and then I need a break. Fortunately there are three of us to take turns playing with her.

Looks like it's my turn. Come see us. I'll show you how to play fetch!

Have You Seen Daddy?

Hard to believe I was wading through snow up to my belly a bit more than a week ago. OK, I never actually set foot in the snow. But if I did, it would have been up to my neck. Geez, whatever happened to literary license?

Warmer weather means me and Tico get to spend more time outside. We go for long walks more often and spend more time hanging out in our private dog park. After being cooped up inside all winter it's nice just to get out in the fresh air. Here's a picture of us romping and gallivanting. It's what we literary dogs do.

Daddy likes to work in the garden when it's nice outside. He's pretty good with plants. Tico and I decided to let him landscape our dog park. We love his work but I wouldn't recommend him. He's slow, and we've yet to get a full day of work out of him. Time is money you know.

I help Daddy in the garden. Tico has to stay in the private dog park because Daddy doesn't care for him. Here's a picture of Tico watching me and Daddy pull weeds. You can't really tell but Tico is in the dog park and I'm not.

I don't know why he did it, but today Daddy worked in the garden without me. I know--it was a huge shock to me, too. He probably just left the gate unlatched. If I push I'm sure it will open.

He probably thought he left the gate open and forgot. I'm sure that's it. I'll just wait here until he realizes what he's done. It won't be long.

I'm sure he'll be along any minute. If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him. Thanks!

Surviving in the Suburbs

I know. You're worried sick because you haven't heard from me for so long. No doubt you fear the worst. Surely something horrible must have happened to keep me so long away from you, my friends and adoring fans.

Nope. I'm fine. You can still send cards, flowers, or treats because I like getting them. But they won't make me any better. You've seen me. Chihuahua just doesn't get any better than this.

You haven't heard from me because we haven't had any adventures. Nope. Not a single one. No car rides to the doctor, to the office with Daddy, or to the pet store. We haven't even gone to any drive-through windows.

Weather permitting, we do go for walks most days. At least it gets us out of the house. I can't even remember the last time we were attacked by a wild animal. We haven't run into any rude dogs or overly curious cats since I was a puppy.

Nothing ever happens around here. I don't think an adventuress such as myself was meant to live in the burbs. When was the last time you saw Lara Croft, Indiana Jones or James Bond running through your subdivision?

Just as I thought. Never. What's a girl to do? If I was a drama queen, I'd have to stir some stuff up around here. Maybe then I'd have something to tell you!

Chi-ao...

sNOw Thanks

Daddy took me and Tico outside to play today. At first I didn't notice anything unusual. Then it hit me. Snow.

I've heard people talk about snow. Honestly I had no idea what they were talking about. To tell you the truth I never really gave it much thought.

Tico didn't seem to mind. He never does. He's one of those calm, submissive dogs you see on the Dog Whisperer. Not me. I'm more likely to show up on It's Me or the Dog where personality still counts for something. Poke me with two fingers and see what happens. This girl works for treats.

My ancestors migrated from Mexico to Georgia generations ago. Digging for peanuts is in my blood. Heat doesn't bother me a bit. But I am not a fan of cold weather and hate everything about snow. I'm just not into cold, wet stuff that sticks to you. Sorry. If I have to just stay inside until spring, I will.

Our Busy Week

I can't believe it's almost the weekend again. I've been busier than a ground hog. This week just flew by.

Jesse came to visit Monday. Ennis didn't get to come because he's too big for car rides. I love Jesse and was really glad to see him. I got so excited...well...I wet myself.

Daddy had to give me a bath before I could visit. Had it been anyone else I would have died of embarrassment. Fortunately, I've known Jesse my whole life. If anything happens to Daddy and Anneedabus, me and Tico get to live with him.

Tuesday I went to the Collegiate 4-H meeting with Daddy. He's working with them on a big project for the next year. Daddy wanted to meet them and thought they would like him more if he brought me along.

Daddy stood up and talked during the meeting. I really thought the situation called for something more interactive. But no matter how much I wiggled and squirmed Daddy wouldn't put me down. Fortunately he only talked for a few minutes. I don't know what they think about him, but they loved me.

Yesterday I went to the doctor. He acts like he's my friend and then stabs me in the back. This time all he did was poke something in my ear and squirt stuff in my nose.

I did get some bad news. I'm up to 4.7 pounds. I carry the weight well so I'm not going to panic. Besides, collar and tags contribute to that total. The doctor did have good news. He said I was in perfect health--my pancreas is fine.

Today the excitement came to us. We were walking around the yard with Daddy after work. He was looking for signs of spring while me and Tico searched for gifts from cats and rabbits.

All of a sudden a wolf came rushing at us out of nowhere! Tico bristled up bigger than I've ever seen and chased the wolf out of our yard. I bristled up, too but stayed back to protect Daddy, just in case the wolf got the better of Tico.

I patrolled the perimeter with Tico to make sure the wolf didn't come back. A man looking for his lost dog walked by. Sure hope he finds it. Would be awful for the wolf to get it...

Chi-ao!