That's pretty much what yesterday's comments were mostly about. What did you all want to know? Frankie and I were posing. When my blue heeler furiends, Gus, Louie, and Callie, the Three Happy Heelers, pose for photos, nobody asks them whether they're looking for pizza, or trouble. Nobody asks them "Whatcha Looking At?" OMD, why me?
In any case, I decided to give meaning to the pose and admit (lie) that I was watching the filming of the video you're about to view. After it was a wrap, then we had pizza, JackDaddy, and ice cream, Remington, and steaks, Fiona, and yes, a cute Pug walked by too, Salinger. I was slightly touched when Sonic said he thought we smelled something really nice. He's a stinker that one and I didn't expect him to use the words "nice" and "smell" in the same sentence.
The pathetic truth: I love aaaaall your comments. Yup, yup, that's right and don't you forget. Every day, our pack can't wait to shove M off her computer chair so we can read your posts and comments.
Here's the video we shot last. It's about safety awareness, if you haven't left yet. I was just pulling all your legs. Hope you like!
Pardon me, but I have to run now. I was just informed I have a lovely award waiting for me over at The Fiesty Three. I crashed a birthday party there recently and instead of blacklisting me, they made me their furiend. What a pack!
I noticed that we have some bird lovers among us and a lot of you commented on the finches in my family video. I don't think I've told you, we have an aviary outside. It's awesome. We have finches and they make the cutest sounds--unlike them free parrots. As a bonus, many wild birds come to eat the bird seed that falls outside the cage and that keeps me and my sisters entertained. We do a lot of bird chasing in our own back yard.
This is a nest in our front yard. It's occupied every spring. Early reservation recommended.
To the back yard now and the aviary
Our finches
Mama and Papa, both finches guarding their nest
Baby finches, you can see the food in their gullets--the small sacs full of seed.
Same nest, different angle.
This is Junior, one of them, but we can't keep track so they're all named the same.
Junior stuck on floor of aviary. Uh-oh.
Don't worry, the parents are great flight instructors.
Another mama stands guard.
Aren't they adorable?
I sure hope at least my kat-furiends enjoyed today's post about our finches. Happy hunting!
But before you go...
Not for Mango's Eyes
My beloved furiend, Frankie Furter, the long haired doxie, is not just a really fun, funny, and good furiend, he's a thoughtful and considerate dude. He's putting together a massive THANK YOU to show our appreciation for Mango's amazing and involved work during Mango Minster 2010. THIS is my furiend's link where you can get the details in his own words.
Frankie asked to go to our beloved Arroyo Seco for her chiweenie birthday and we all more than happily obliged. It was our first time out after the floods.
All three of us ...
... wait, where am I going?
I thought I thaw a bunny wabbit, wrong.
We decided to do our kangaroo leaps of joy!
Isn't my sissy getting good at this?
The spotted kangaroo!
As we were hopping around having a wonderful day, we saw THIS!
What kind of a creature is that?
Linguini took charge, she's the eldest.
Sniff, sniff
Hmm, I can see the wheels in Linguini's head turning
The german shorthaired pointer part of the mix
She saved us!!!
Thanks to Linguini's chivalrous act, we were all able to head home safely. Thank you, Linguini, for saving the day.
Today's post has been inspired by my loose interpretation of Bijou'sWordless Wednesdays. As you may know by now, my family consists of adopted animals; a bunch of mismatched members, picked off the streets, with little known history. We call ourselves The Misfits. Well, it's time for us to write our own history. Let's hit it, Frankie, Linguini, Bob, Jet, and Max!
We think this is a distant aunt of Frankie's. Her name was Tiny Links.
She's a chiweenie of course
This is Max's cousin, from his mother's side of the family, and his name is Mini.
The maine coon cat has not evolved at all
Linguini's Great Aunt Ziti.
The resemblance is astonishing. They match each other spot for spot!
Bob's relative and we'll leave it at that.
While conducting the search for our relatives, I stumbled upon this picture. Apparently there's a long tradition of ITs terrorizing young chiweenie puppies.
This, I can't explain.
Finally!
While we're still working on verifying the authenticity of this photo, it has to be my relative. Check out the uniqueness of the leap, the grace, the determination. Apparently us Twinkersons can fly over water too. I am proud to be a Twinkerson and a tea cup chihuahua.
I hope you enjoyed this trip down our past. If you need me to, I'll be happy to research your relatives too. I'm getting good at this.
I hope this post doesn't backfire. You see, M also has two human children and she thinks the world of them. She refers to them as "my favorite son," and "my favorite daughter". While I've noticed M being open to most matters, criticism included, when it comes down to those two, Brother J and Sister D, she sucks. I better tread carefully here then.
Pasadena, CA, has over the years developed a population of naturalized parrots. Those free parrots, also known as feral parrots, have adapted to life in our ecosystem--which of course in non native to them. Some are the result of mass escapes of newly imported wild-caught parrots from facilities (quarantine areas, airports); those create instant flocks that can simultaneously protect them and teach each other survival skills. They also guarantee propagation. There are many myths as to how the Pasadena Parrots came to claim the area, but the most commonly accepted is that they came from a large pet emporium that burned down back in the late fifties. There's of course plenty of controversy about this, but the parrots don't care.
It was a beautiful morning and M was busy cleaning up after us, when her beautiful favorite daughter emerged from her bedroom. Sister D is a kind, angelic looking child, and sweet. M is one lucky M. BOL So, when that morning, the sleepyhead daughter walked into the kitchen announcing "Them bitch parrots, keep waking me up," it stuck. From that day on, every time we hear "the birds" we refer to them as "them bitch parrots". The truth is that Sister D was right and she was expressing everyone's feelings. Huge flocks of free parrots are no fun. They are loud and the result is not melodic, it's a cacophony!
Well, just the other day, we heard the raucous. I got M and sent her outside to grab some decent parrot pictures. Her parrot-photographic skills didn't impress me, but you only get to see "the best of". You may want to enlarge them...
Parrot Pictures
To compliment the parrot pictures, I also borrowed this video from youtube. You have to hear them to believe me!
PS to M: See, mommy, I wasn't criticizing Sister D, I was simply quoting her. Kk?
Hello, lovely furiends. Frankie here. I misseded you. Did you miss me? I have some very exciting news to share with you. My birthday is tomorrow! Too good to be true. I know, Twinkie told you my birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but she was wrong. The dog vet called and set Twinkie and M straight. I get to have a second birthday. M is feeling silly and wants to make up for it. She askeded me what I really wanted to do. She said we have rainy days coming and for my birthday we get to do whatever I wanteded. Almost sounds like a three-birthday year to me. Tee hee.
I asked to go for a hike with my sissies and we had a grrreat time, but Twinkie wants to tell you all about what we did. I am only allowed to say that she was a great older sissy and during our hike she did everything I askeded her to. I am very tired from walking in the cold creeks for almost two hours! I would like to share with you a family video. We can all get comfortable and watch it together, from our homes.
Enjoy the show!
See you furiends later, kk? Stay not cold! Tee hee.
Frankie the teeny chiweenie
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