Wordless Wednesday

Twink!

Wordless Wednesday

Guilty!

BTW Anything in italics, does not count. 

My blog, my rules, and guilty he IS ;)

(do not let the innocent look deceive you, look at the stuffing on his perky lil' nose)

Twinkie

Happy 2013, Sort Of...

This is a random update for our good furiends. We're slowly trying to work out a regular posting schedule...paws crossed.

We wish a happy and healthy new year to all of you!

The end of 2013 was rough on our furry and a bit less furry family. Gigi, one of the kittens born here, never came back home. We do live in the foothills, amongst wild life; coyotes, bob cats, and mountain lions. That's all I'm going to say about this. I did mention Gigi's disappearance last post, but what I did not mention, because it happened a month later, Momma Cat, Farrah, went missing, in November. My mom was and IS still looking. She coped with Gigi's loss, but Momma's disappearance was devastating.

If you know anybody who lives near La Canada/Flintridge, La Crescenta, or Altadena, CA please share this photo. Email us with good news at

twinkietinydogATaolDOTcom

Thank you!

As for the rest of the cats . . . they don't seem too rattled

While, I still rule the pack, little Pedro still pawrents his Great Danes. He is still as mischievous as ever. He has a new nickname (duh) I hereby present you with:

El pequeño diablo amarillo 

Linguini is still hanging in there. She's 15 years old, but acts like she's 5 months old. She is SEEEENILE! Most of the day, she either sleeps, barks at the danes, or rolls on her back moaning with pleasure. She loves food as much as ever.

Linguini's doing pretty great, but our M's got lots of cleaning to do, if you know what I mean. 

Let's see . . . oh yeah! Frankie celebrated her 4rth Gotcha Day! All she wanted was treats and M's TLC. 

She got 'em!

Some of you may remember that our Great Dane boy, our Ziggy, has Wobbler's Syndrome. He had a major episode this past weekend. He couldn't stand up, and he was depressed and confused. This started on Saturday. M kept an eye on him and isolated him (esp. from his rambunctious sissy). Sunday he was even worse. Monday he went to see the specialist. That's when he took a turn for the better. Many human dollars later, the vet prescribed another round of Prednisone which M did not start, since Ziggy's constantly improving on his own! Now that's great news!

The beasties (aka Great Danes) basking in the sun

That wraps up the major highlights of our life in my home. I am personally doing better than ever! Yup yup! I beat the odds and I'm planning to keep doing so. I'm one tough chihuahua!

HAPPY 2013

CHEERS!

Twink!