Success!

Yesterday was the worst day of my life. I didn't get a wink of sleep so I could make sure Blackie-Frankie-Jackie didn't steal my Daddy. I know he wants him. Look at him, just waiting for Daddy to come back to his spot.

Anneedabus tried to make us play with him. Tico kinda did...a little... He's so easy.

I wanted to check him out first. Every time I got close, he'd jump all up in my face and I'd have to kick him to the curb. Really...until I get a good sniff do NOT get all up in my face.

Chicken. See how he hides behind Anneedabus? Eventually the mutt figured out "leave me alone" means leave me alone.

Last night was horrible! Instead of barking all night in his kennel, Blackie-Frankie-Jackie slept with us in the big bed. I couldn't believe it.

All night I worried about people coming to steal him. When they didn't hear him barking, I knew they'd think someone else had already come. So much for my plan.

Blackie-Jackie-Frankie obviously has a thing for Daddy. Anneedabus thinks so, too--I heard him talking to Daddy about it. Over my dead body.

I stepped up my game. If Frankie-Jackie-Blackie came anywhere near Daddy, I chased him to the door. I want that mutt out of here.

Somebody came and got him early today! He's gone! Maybe now I can get some sleep.

Help Wanted!

I really need your help!

Anneedabus brought another dog home with him two days ago. He must have found the mongrel on the side of the road or something. The beast has absolutely no manners.

I tried to be nice to our guest. Really, I did. I let him drink from my water dish and eat food from my bowl. I even let him play with my squirrelly. I'm nice that way.

Within moments of his arrival Blackie or Frankie or Jackie or whatever his name is moved in on my Daddy. A girl can only take so much. Come into my house and think he's going to take my Daddy??? The nerve!

I gave that sorry mutt a piece of my mind. Didn't phase him. Because he's so dense, I resorted to language Daddy had never heard from me before. Daddy was so upset he Cesar'd me on the neck. I haven't been Cesar'd since I was a puppy!

Blackie-Frankie-Jackie has been here for two days and shows no signs of leaving. Anneedabus gave him a bath today to wash off some of the stank. Then Daddy blow dried him and brushed him out right in front of me.

I'm afraid the little beast is here to stay. I wouldn't worry if he was after Anneedabus. Tico can take care of himself.

But he's after my Daddy. I wouldn't worry so much but he's a lot younger than me. Even through my hate I can see he's awfully cute, too.

Everyone knows Daddy is a sucker for cute. I'm doomed. I need somebody to come here and take Blackie-Jackie-Frankie while everyone is asleep. You won't have any trouble finding him. He's the one that barks all night long.

Please hurry.

Chihuahua Neglect?

Hello friends! Long time, no see! Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?

Daddy has been hogging the computer to blog about the good-old-days. Nothing distracts him when he's writing his stories. Even my favorite toys never get his attention. Trust me, I've tried.

Tico and I thought about calling the authorities. Missing a walk now and then is one thing. We didn't go for a walk for days. Isn't that neglect? Sure, it rained but it wasn't raining every single minute of every single day.

The stories are interesting if you like ancient history. Frankly I think it's time to move on. Or at least pick up the pace. At the rate he's going me and Tico will be dead before he gets to us.

Chi-ao!

For Vegas

Daddy took me and Tico to work one day. I love going to work with Daddy. I like it even more when Tico comes with us.

Tico runs up to anyone he sees. He greets complete strangers like he's known them forever. He's so trusting.

Not me. I hang back and wait to see what happens. If they don't try to kill Tico, I'll come over and say hello.

I watch enough television to know the world is a scary place. Little girls like me can't be too careful. I never go anywhere without Daddy, Anneedabus, or Tico.

Even that might not be enough. Poor little Vegas was on his leash walking with his Mommy when a pit bull attacked and killed him. The pit bull got off with just a slap on the paw.

All of us were very sad when we heard about Vegas. Poor little guy. He never even had a chance.

A Quiet Weekend

We've had big plans every weekend for as long as I can remember. It's what people do. I'll never understand it. We chihuahuas enjoy a more leisurely lifestyle.

One weekend we had a garage sale. Another weekend Anneedabus and Daddy hosted that horrible birthday party for me. Then they toted us up to Roanoke for a fun-but-exhausting visit with our extended family.

I hate the weekends devoted to home projects the most. Tico and I are never allowed to help. Anneedabus and Daddy completely ignore us. We don't go for walks or outside to play or anything.

Unless you count eating, laying around, and napping, we haven't done a thing this weekend. It's been great! We're going to see Ennis later for the perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

I better get a nap in before we go so I can keep up. Things can get crazy when me and Tico visit Ennis. I can't wait!

Chi-ao!

Our Trip to Roanoke

Tico and I are exhausted from our trip to Virginia to visit Buggs, Aunt M, and our cousins, A and T. What a trip! I've never been on so many car rides in my life.

Virginia is far, far away. You ride in the car for a really long time until you get to a rest stop, gas station or fast food joint. Then you walk around for a while and get back in the car for another 15-minute car ride.

We hit rest stops in four states before we finally got to Bugg's house. LOVE her! Tico loves her, too. She's really nice--everything a grandmother should be. If something happened to Daddy and Anneedabus we'd get to live with her all the time.

My cousins are lots of fun, too. Tico says they like to play even more than I do! We played Fetch and Chase Me under the shade trees in their back yard. It was so windy I almost blew away!

Both my cousins play sports. Cousin A plays softball, and Cousin T plays baseball. They have uniforms and everything! We got to go the ballpark to watch them play. In both games they beat the opposing teams so bad the umpire called it a game after only a few innings.

Cousin A and I made friends right away because we're both girls. Living with three guys, it's nice to finally have a girlfriend. She's so awesome!

I wanted to chase her to first base when she got a hit. It was very exciting. She's my BFF. I know she feels the same way about me.

Aunt M is very busy being Mom. We got to visit for a minute or two. She's a lot more laid back than my cousins. Now that I think about it, everyone I know is more laid back than my cousins.

Time for a much-needed nap. Chi-ao!

Happy First Birthday...Not!

Yesterday was my birthday. That's right. I'm not a puppy anymore. Now I'm a big girl.

Nobody sang Happy Birthday to me. There was no birthday cake, no birthday gifts, and no birthday cards. You grow up fast around here.

I blame the Kentucky Derby. For weeks Anneedabus and Daddy have been too busy getting ready for the Derby Party to play with me and Tico. I can't remember the last time they took us for a walk. If we were children somebody would be calling child protective services.

Getting ready for the party was bad enough. The party itself was horrible! I don't know when I've ever been so scared.

Our house was full of strangers with big scary hats. They acted as if I should just run over and lick their hand and let them hold me--like we've been friends forever or something. I am just not that kind of girl.

To add insult to injury, someone brought another chihuahua into our house...on MY birthday. The nerve!!! Can you believe it? The minute I saw him my hair stood on end. I gave him a piece of my mind he's not likely to forget.

What happened next made me forget all about the interloper. All the people gathered around the television and sang some song about gay people and weeping ladies. Then everyone started jumping up and down and getting really loud.

For a good two minutes they made more than enough noise to get a "shut-the-hell-up" from Daddy or Anneedabus. But they were yelling at the television with everybody else. It's like they'd all gone crazy or something. I was terrified!

It was the worst first birthday any dog ever had. Next year my birthday will be on the first Saturday in May. Go ahead and mark your calendar. Maybe I'll at least get a card or two.

Chi-ao!