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Bobbie Zzz

Street kitty

Linguini pozzzez

Dalmatian and German Shorthaired Pointer

Zzzzet!

Street kitty

Zzzze the and only Max

Maine coon

Me, being lazzzzzzy

tea cup chihuahua

Twinkie: Hey, what are you doing here?

Bird: We're hiding, in case we're mistaken for turkeys!

Twinkie: You are a finch, kk?

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Chiweenie moment

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Twinkie

My Animal Shelter, My Home

'Tis the Day Before Thanksgiving

I've been tweeting to friends and strangers. A couple of the trend Trending Topics for the day are Thanksgiving related and I'm now on a roll. Things my pack and I are grateful for:

#1 TLC

All ex-strays and homeless, know the value of being loved. 

A hug is a hug is a hug

As the upside down Chiweenie

Food on the floor, bowl, grass, wherever!

I will finish this bone before I meet my maker

That's a mighty bone for a tea cup Chihuahua

Good friends!

Hanging with friends, aaah
More Lhasa Apso Pictures coming your way soon

A roof over our head

Okay, so I'm a little squished

And of course, my beloved family: I love you all and I'm grateful for each and every one of you, Mom, Frankie, Linguini, Bob, Jet, Max, J&D

A treat: Before I go,  I would like to share a single photo of my buddy Jude, aka Deputy Dog, whose home I'll be feasting at tomorrow (if he doesn't step on me first). Dear Mango, this one's for you. Here's my other ginormous friend. He is a mastiff and proud of it. 

1 Jude-paw = 3 Twink-heads

Remember: Adopt a pet

Twink! Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Maine Coon and Akita | German Shepherd

Max and Darla's Story

Adopt A Pet

I should have know when I heard Mom was going to the animal shelter, that she wouldn't come home alone. She brought back two old geezers. LOL. She cleaned up. She found out who was in trouble the most and adopted them. OMG! Who would have expected this! Darla, a seven year old Akita and German Shepherd mix was enormous. Just a scary sight.

Along with Darla came Max, an eight year old giant fluffy maine coon--a cat, I was told. Max's days were numbered. Actually, in his case, his hours were numbered. A lady had adopted him once, but then Max coughed up a fur-ball (of epic proportions) on the way to her car, and she turned around and un-adopted him. Humans! Oh, well. Max, Maximilian, Maxwell, Maxine, this time decided to empty his bowels on the way to his new home, our home. What a stinker! 

 Darla, the German Shepherd and Akita mix, was an awesome dog but not the best pal for me. She spoke English and German. She was also the first dog at our house to play "fetch" or "bring" as they say in Germand. She could "sitz", "platz" and all the good things, but we had a little problem. She would pick me up and put me in her mouth! Yikes! That was scary. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought so. Mom was terrified. She got on the phone and found Darla a superb home. Darla stayed with us for a few short terrifying for me days, but we miss her. At the moment, she lives happily with her new family at a home in Malibu. She goes to the beach almost every day, lucky girl. Braver hund, Darla!

Senior maine coon Max was awesome  too but not the best companion for our kitties, the famous tailless twins, who were half his size. Our cats freaked, but Max didn't seem to care. He still doesn't. Things haven't changed much although it's been a year. Every now and then the twins and Max get into minor cat fights, but Max is a loner and all he cares about is to have his water, food, and petting only--when he wants it. He's a bit old and every now and then his arthritis bothers him, but the vet gives him Rimadyl and Mom keeps him on a healthy diet. It's manageable. I actually like Max. He's quiet and gentle and we never bother each other. The only one who could really complain about Max is Linguini, the Dalmatian and German Shorthaired Pointer mix, aka The Spotted Dog. Max stole her bed!

But Linguini doesn't mind because...

She got an even better one!

Adopt a pet. 

Twink!

Blue Heeler | Madi

Inspired by my blog buddies at gustheblueheeler.blogspot.com, I feel the urge to talk to you about one of my blue heeler friends. My beloved friend Maddie! She's approximately ten years old, you're never certain about such things with rescues, and she's a horse dog. Ha ha, you're wondering what I mean by that. Her mom is a horse trainer which means that Maddie is constantly around horses, therefore, she's a horse show dog. At our barn, where she spends the majority of her day, she is surrounded by other dogs and horses. During horse shows, Maddie's always around, always off leash (and we all get very offended on the rare occasions we're asked to put her on a leash), and always near her mama. A leash is not part of Maddie's vocabulary and that's a fact. She's the perrrfect heeler. She knows her place and she never bothers anybody. Everybody in the horse world knows her too, by name.

Maddie's mom is my human sister's horse trainer. She's a rescue-mama. Her pack ranges between 5-10 dogs at any given time. I won't even mention the horses and cats she's saved. Maddie accepts everybody her mom brings home. She immediately informs them about who is the boss, yes she's Alpha, and then she proceeds to gently guard and protect them. Like all perfect dogs, Maddie, the blue heeler, sometimes gets into mischief too. I really like it when she joins us in being rascally!

What are you doing on top of the trash cans, Maddie?

Maddie's tummy is full of dog tumors, like many geriatric dogs including my sister Linguini, the Dalmatian German Shorthaired Pointer Mix but she's doing really well. She's never been a playful dog, but she sure can get around. Just like the rest of us, just let her be near her mom. A simple look from her mom makes Maddie happy. She's the sweetest, kindest dog I have ever met. Mom took a picture of Maddie being playful for a change.

Maddie, the blue heeler, playing with one of her brothers, Boomer, the Chihuahua

Three woofs for Maddie! May you live a long happy life for years to come, my friend.

Twink!

Fresh Out Of The Dog Shelter

That is the question. When this dog was adopted into my family, from the Pasadena Humane Society, a dog shelter, she was initially named Daisy. Her sister was Rosie, a glorious Chocolate Labrador,  and the family tradition had to go on. Well, this Daisy broke it. She was never a "daisy-dog". She was something else. Finally, a couple of weeks at our home, she was renamed Linguini, because she's always excited and wiggles her body just like wet noodle. I love my wiggly sissy!

Daisy/Linguini as a pup

My sister has spent the better part of her life escaping. Yes, she would run away from home. I don't get it, since we live on an acre of land, but Linguini couldn't stay put. I've seen her climb a fig tree! I've seen her climb a chain-link fence. I've seen her dig! She's unstoppable, but she's apparently street savvy too, since she always makes it back home safe and full of the cat food she's "stolen" during her escapades. When she wouldn't come home immediately, our mom would jump in the car and go look for her in the neighborhood. Linguini loves car rides.

Civilian Passenger

Recently, Linguini got a tumor. Mom was frantic and scared. She loves us all so much that she became scared that Linguini would "not make it". I'm an optimist. I just waited to hear what the vet had to say. The dog vet did a biopsy and determined that Linguini had a benign tumor, yay, but Mommy was still worried. Linguini wasn't moving around much and she just seemed "not herself." I tried to get her to play with me, but she wasn't in the mood, huh. Frankie, the Chiweenie, tried to play with her, and she got growled at, huh? We're a close-nit family, what's up with that.

Then we went on a hike and the dalmatian german shorthaired pointer mix sat down and refused to move. We gave her a break and then headed home. Mom was desperate by now. She started talking to her friends and one of them recommended special joint supplements from the dog vet. Mom didn't wait a beat. Linguini was on supplements and two days later....

I feel good! Na nana nana na na...

The dog vet helped quite a bit, but a little taste of whipped cream and Linguini is back 1000%

Nowadays, my beloved sister, who is ten years old, is regressing. That is the best news. She wiggles, hops,  skips, and plays around like she was a puppy herself.  I love you sis!

Children Books

I was thinking about telling you about our family cat-astrophe (you see I have to live with three crazy cats) but I realized the holidays are approaching and you may be looking for that special gift. Get my book! Twinkie, the Tiniest Dog in the World. You won't fail. Even though it's a children's read-along photo story book, I've discovered that people of all ages enjoy it the same.

Children books should be fun but with substance. Mine is simple and funny yet important. It's an inspirational story of overcoming and living with a handicap, but my main message is: Life is good. It is also a parable to assist in the raising of  "difficult" little ones who aren't the best listeners. Twinkie, the book, will have those challenging children at least thinking about listening to their parents and authority figures, such as doctors.

So come on, don't you care to read about my tea cup Chihuahua life and my family? I promise to do my best to introduce every single family member and close friend through my blog, but aren't you curious to find out what preceded? Don't you want to read about hikes, adventures...

...my permanently busted lil' leg?

To simplify this process, even though there's tons of information on my website. Feel free to read my reviews. I'm proud of them.

Twink!

Twinkie's Dog Calendar

TWINKIE'S CALENDAR from Zazzle.com

A little reminder for my readers since my dog calendar sale will be ending on Monday. I'm ordering mine today. Ya never know what my family's planning for the weekend :) What I do know is that dog breed calendars are always welcome.

Tw-ink!