Some Things Never Change

Little Pedro, "El Diablo", is still convinced he is a Great Dane. My mom says he's a rat-cha (a fancy way to say, mutt, or  rat terrier and chihuahua mix), but I say that this particular rat-cha derives from the word cuba-RACHA (BOL) In any case, Pedro will never learn, and here's just a bit of proof:

He has no fear of those ginormous toothsies

He will throw himself in the middle of a large dog brawl without a second thought

(not sure he thinks much about anything)

As for the rest of us...

I'll let the Frankie the brindle Chiweenie to express how we feel:

Ay, Caramba! This rat will never learn!

Tsk, tsk...

Twink!

The Conspiracy Theory

Mom bought me a brand new dog bed yesterday. She said it was just for ME. Butt, Pedro, the devilishly mischievous yellow rat-cha, had other plans. He got Frankie, the brindle chicken-wienie, to plot against me, aaand to take over MY pressie!        

A pox on them both! A pox on them both! A pox on them both!

Happy in and on my brand new bed

That didn't last long

First take over by Pedro

Me, giving Pedrito a piece of my mind

Peace temporarily restored, but I'm still upset

THE PLOTTING

That didn't last long

Pete is a "determined" little fella

Check out Frankie's face. The brindle chicken-wienie may have a conscience after all. Can't say the same about "the rat" however. He's enjoying his zzzs... 

I miscalculated and decided to "show them" by squeezing in

Ugh, so not worth it. I'm outta here 

Pedro looking all "innocente"

He's probably already thinking of his next move

Frankie holding her nose, running, and screaming, "Pedro! You how could you!

Mom sprayed some Febreze to my beautiful dog bed. In a couple of weeks, I should able to move back in.

Twink!

White House Security Breach

Third Couple Meet Obama Without Invitation

Twinkie and Frankie Van Twinkerson, Democrat supporters from California, were ushered into an invitation-only veterans breakfast with Barack and Michelle Obama after mistakenly turning up a day early for a tour of the grounds.

Unlike Tareq and Michaele Salahi, a Virginia couple who gatecrashed a White House dinner, and the Dardens' breach of protocol on Veterans' Day, Twinkie, a teacup chihuahua, and Frankie, a strange looking brindle chiweenie (there are all sorts of "interesting" looking and sounding designer dogs) claim it was not intentional on their part.
The pair said they grew increasingly mystified as they were ushered into the awesome depths of the building, but their concerns were brushed aside by officials. "We only wanted to meet Bo, another rescue dog," Twinkie barked out. "We're huge fans of Bo's blog," Frankie later added.
The White House claimed that the Van Twinkersons had been allowed into the breakfast after going through security screening as a "nice gesture" after they arrived on the wrong day for their tour.
However, the furry couple said there was no evidence that officials or the Secret Service had realized they were not on the guest list.
Ms Twinkie, age 4, a retired advice columnist, said she and her brindle  pack-mate were never told about the breakfast. "We prefer dog food, anyhow," Ms Twinkie insisted.
They believed they were simply starting their tour until they were ushered into the East Room, offered a buffet spread and told they would be meeting the president.
"The further we got into the White House, the more surprised we were," she said. "Frankie looked at me, and I looked at her, and I said, 'You know, I don't know if we're in the right place. But we were both too tiny to push our way out of there"'. When they approached a White House aide to suggest they had veered off course they were told to "just go with the flow".
"I felt kind of funny because I was the only teacup chihuahua in the room that wasn't dressed in a formal gown. I was just a plain tourist, wearing my everyday dog collar."
She said security officials had realized they were not on the list but, while their identity was being checked, they were ushered inside and joined 200 guests for a buffet breakfast. "Needless to say, the food wasn't as good as our homemade dog treats, but it was yummy!"
Another official told Ms Twinkie it was an event for vets, and, after learning Ms Twinkie and Ms Frankie had their own dog vet, he suggested they stayed.
A White House spokesman said it is not unusual for staff to take small dogs who are cleared in for tours to other events if there is space, including Marine One arrivals, East Room events and Rose Garden ceremonies.

White House officials have had to explain how a third couple managed to get inside President Barack Obama's residence for an official event without an invitation.

"They were so cute! They also promised we could enter our dogs in the Furry Tails pet photo contest," was one of the officials' responses.

America's most infamous unwanted guests showed up on NBC's Today Show.

We honesty just wanted to meet Bo and go on a dog hike, the couple insisted.

Ultimately, both Frankie and Twinkie were totally forgiven. They were also given the White House Frequent Visitor Badge

The California belles were beaming as they accepted their badge. "We were invited, not crashers. In any case, we will not be pressing any charges. My sissy and I are so glad everything's finally cleared and we can be good furiends with Bo," said Ms. Twinkie.

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Chiweenie Retriever

Frankie, my chiweenie sister, wants to be a golden retriever when she grows up. I told her that it's impossible because she's brindle, therefore not golden, and rather small for a retriever, but she never listens to me. With all these new designer dogs popping up all around us, who knows, maybe this small dog will get her wish.

Chiweenie pictures:

In anticipation . . .

"You're NOT a retriever!"

And finally. . .

Perhaps I was wrong. She may never be golden, but she's an excellent retriever.

Twinkie

Kitten Update | Petrified Chiweenie

I'm sure everyone's used to Frankie, the brindle chiweenie, being scared stiff frequently, but

why-oh-why is the chiweenie petrified this time???

 

 Perhaps it is because the momma cat goes from this to . . .

. . . THIS!

Or perhaps even . . .

. . . THAT!

It is true, furiends, we're under cat siege.

We are sentenced to live with seven felines!

The other day, M put the chiweenie and me in the outdoor cat enclosure for "socialization" purposes. Somebody call the humane society.

The kittens are now three months old. They are healthy, playful, curious, and mischievous.

Here are some recent kitten pictures:

Charlie Chuckles

The tuxedo kitten. The only male of the litter.

He is the leader. He is a terror in disguise, but M dotes on him. He knows about her weakness so when she calls him he comes running and screaming. I hope Charlie and M live happily ever after together.

Puddles

Our calico kitten.

She's beautiful and she knows it. She spends her days lounging around, mostly on her back, sucking at her paws. I think she's a bit "slow," if you know what I mean.

Clorox

Our muted tortie.

Clorox, aka Alley Alarm, aka Squirt is the one to watch out for. She's the wildest of the bunch. If I didn't know for a fact that she was raised here, I'd call her a feral kitten. The chiweenie and I need to be careful around her because she snaps.

As you can see, the little kittens are all growing up fast while developing their personalities. M had made an appointment with an animal behaviorist, but it was simply too expensive. In lieu of, she decided to recruit her human friends that she equips with squirt bottles and the ultrasonic pet trainer (the PetZoom) the minute they step through the door. She says instead of paying an animal behaviorist, she'd rather spend the money taking her friends to dinner as a way to thank them for helping out. Any volunteers?

We are one nutty mixed household and we wouldn't have it any other way. 

Twinkie

Dear Twinkie | A Dog Advice Column

Dear Twinkie is a weekly advice column posted every Tuesday. Do you have questions that you need answered or news that you want to spread? Then leave me, Twinkie Van Twinkerson, a note on Tuesday's comments and I'll address it. This blog and column are strictly rated G and only meant for your enjoyment.

The Thundering Herd‬ asked…
Snow globe - what a great choice. But how do we all shrink ourselves down small enough to fit into one?

TVT: Excuse me. Did I leave anyone out? I thought I fit you all! Tsk tsk. 

Woo didn't wear your glasses!

I picked Natasha for a reason. This way, she can counter surf better.

Benny and Lily‬ asked…
You are the go to person Twink. Lily bites my ears every time we play or wrestle. Sometimes she leaves scratches. What could I do Twink?

Benny (& monster Lily)

TVT: Well, under normal circumstances, I'd tell you how to get back at her. In Lily's case, scratches are an expression of love. It's because she's got the itchies that she's making sure you don't. If you don't want her to bite your ears at all, I suggest you lace some vaseline with cayenne pepper and rub your ears with it. See how that goes and get back to us. Have a fire extinguisher ready.

Perplexed Benny

Khyra And Sometimes Her Mom‬ asked…
I wonder if The Herd would let me share their globe?

Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra

TVT: I suppose it's okay to do a bit of secretarial work for my furiends, especially Ms. Khyra who is such a giving lady. I bet you were busy with your transports and that's why you asked me to do this for you. I contacted the Herd on your behalf and they said, "Of course." What else did you expect from those gracious sweethearts? 

"Siberian pleasure" globe

♥♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥♥‬ asked…
Ummm, are there enough globes around for us too - we were sorely short on the snow last season:(

Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

TVT: A challenging question! How do I fit the lampshade in one of those? Hmm. Personally, I'm tired of the lampshade jokes and I bet Phantom is even more fed up, so here's what I came up with.

Merry Winter! You can almost taste the snowflakes!

Fiona, as typed by Dr. Liz‬ asked…
Oh! And I forgot my question... (Chalk that up to my poodle so-called dog intelligence...) Is my mutant alien sister EVER going to stop growing? She's Ginormous and she's not even 9 months old. And will she ever start acting more like a real dog and less like a spastic pod puppy? Thanks in advance, She Who Is So Wise, And Carries On Despite Life-Threatening Injuries...


*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Mutant Alien Pod Puppy

TVT: My dear funny girl, I checked the list of memory boosting foods and dog food wasn't on it, neither were dog treats. You're on you own about the memory issue. As for "little" Abby, I wouldn't fret about her ginormous genes too much. As long as you are top dog, all is well. I weigh almost 4lbs. My one sister outweighs me by albs and the other by 60lbs. I'm still the queen. Do not fret. With proper training, you have nothing to worry about. As for the behavior, it gives you a great excuse to play bitey neck with her. I wish all the questions were as easy as yours, Fiona.

Fiona is still Top Dog

‪Frankie Furter‬ asked…
My Question: Some of my Blogville furends have been teasing me beclaws I have not EATEN the baby rabbits that I found. They even asked if they taste like CHICKEN.
Soooo do you think I have become a sissy? Should I be mean to defenseless baby bunnies? Isn't it better to wait until they grow up so I can play chase with them?

To this distressed comment, the cave-less and internets-less ‪Mango‬ said...
Hey! I saw Frankie's remark! Yuh, he is a total girly dog now all smushie and soft in the head. Next thing you know he'll be watching Ghost and Dirty Dancing on DVD.
Slobbers,
 Mango

TVT: Stop right here! Frankie is my bestie and I'll have none of that. Frankie is "special". He's a sensitive guy with a tender side. No, I wouldn't exactly call him a Metro Dog, but I would say he's more sensitive than the average dawg. There's one more thing you may not know about Frankie Furter: he's a genius! He always has his reasons. For example, only a genius would know that those bunnies were flea infested, and you know how precious Frankie's furs are to him. He didn't want to end up like his fleabag mom. I would really appreciated if you all reconsidered your attitude. It's not nice to assume. We all know what that does to u + me. And if you still have your doubts, read Lola's question. Squirrels and bunnies make excellent chase toys once they are old enough to run fast.

Frankie clearly demonstrating he's letting his momma get all the fleas

Lola‬ asked…
Regarding Frankie's not eating the bunnies, I have to tell you that few weeks ago Franklin found a bunch of baby squirrels whose nest had fallen. He just sat there and looked at them for the longest time, and left them unmolested. The Mommy squirrel rebuilt the nest and picked up the babies and I plan to be chasing the hell out of them by next Spring. Franklin, I believe, wanted to adopt them. Maybe it's something about the name.

Twinkie, I didn't know about the dog intelligence scale, but after reading about it in your post I checked. They've got Shar Pei as number 51. Is that just because we don't slavishly do everything we're asked? I think we're pretty smart to be naturally well behaved enough to live with. It gives the humans less motivation to try to make a huge deal out of the areas where we differ with them. Number 51....I really don't get it. It's true that we're not terribly useful, but I think most of us are pretty bright.


lotsa licks, Lola

TVT: I agree with you, Lola, but it's exactly for that reason that Peis are at number 51. Your extreme dog intelligence granted you the mental capacity to place yourselves smack in the middle of this stoopid scale, so that humans would let you be. I find it brilliant. If you look closely, under "obey of first command" it says that you listen 50% of the time or better. That's by choice, your choice. Congratulations on your breed's most excellent and strategic placement on the dog intelligence scale.

Peis are so smart, they can even get a career into healthcare. 

Those Elgin Pugs‬ asked…
We like Twinkie Van Twinkerson Tuesdays!!

Now... Our goofy brother..seems to think he's a Puppy Mastiff!! How do we convince him otherwise 'dat he be a Puggie just like us???


Eager in Elgin
{hee hee, ha ha}

TVT: I'm confused, and I don't get confused easily. Isn't your bother in love with Sequoia who is a pug? I mean, why Sequoia and not Tula? In any case, I'm afraid until you give me a little more info I can't address this issue properly. I would however address another issue:

Whaz up with the ear action? BOL

houndstooth‬ asked…
Great answers again, Twinkie!

After that infamous "incident" over the weekend, Mom and Dad aren't letting any of us in the bedroom unsupervised. I find this to be highly unfair, particularly since it wasn't me who did it! How do I convince them to let me back in there without telling who did it?


Bunny

TVT: That's right! You're no tattle teller, you're a Taletellette with a tail. Bunny, your folks, according to you (definitely not me) are old enough to have wet the bed themselves, or was it just your dad? In any case, old folks don't remember things too well. I say you tell the rest of the girls, yes, Morgan too (be nice) to not make any accidents. Your parents are sure to forget the incident and then you get to have a party ON the bed.  But there's one more thing to make things move faster:

The look nobody can resist!

Cat Mandu‬ asked...
Dear Twinkie,
 I love my tunnels and spend a lot of time in them. Some of my friends now want to experience the tunnels. My friend, Khiera, wants to go through my tunnels, but I am afraid she will get stuck. What would you recommend?

Cat Mandu

TVT: Great, now I'm giving out advice to cats. Humph. Just don't use it against me. Alright, glad that's been clarified. About your friend, since I do not have the specifics, I'd recommend either you put her on a diet and exercise regiment (get one of those wind up mice) or trim her tail.
Dude! Wait a minute! You meant Khyra with her fluff and all? A sibe? Are woo nuts? I'm so grateful for comments. I did a bit of research and discovered you suggested I, Twinkie Van Twinkerson, go through the enormous tunnel? OMD that's why I can't trust cats completely.  See, my guard was down and you got me. No more, Cat Mandu. No more…

Cat Mandu enjoying one of TWO new tunnels

K-9 Katastrophe‬ asked…
Dears Miss Twinkie,

 I am not sures if yous know but Maggie Mae is my girl. I love her bunches. But todays I went to visit a friends of mines blog, named Corbin and he says he has a date with Maggie Mae. Could this be a date as just friends? or are they pulling the wools over my eyes? My heart aches just to tinks that Maggie Mae may not likes me anymore. Whats should I doos? Here is da link to da post that he wrote saying about dat date: http://cutecorbin.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wednesday-2.html

And whats worts is dat she left a comment sayings she will see hims tomorrow for dere date.

Oh wise Twinkie Van Twinkerson can you tell me if I losts her and if so hows I can gets her back?
Sad and depressed little licks,

Otis


Later that day...

‪K-9 Katastrophe‬ said...
Hi Twinkie, I am so hap hap happy! Maggie Mae said to me that I am the one! I am sorry I bothered you! I loves your blog! And yous is so cute!
Licks and hugs,

Otis

TVT: What can I tell you? I am impressed and proud of you. Only a real man takes care of this type of business just like you did. You certainly did not bother me one bit. I'm here for you and our community and love spats are part of our daily life, therefore we must deal with them. I was confused as to why Maggie Mae picked Corbin over Emmett, but in the end she made the best choice. Now remember, unlike some newlyweds in blogland, we are polygamous. Don't go committing yourself to one b***h alone anytime soon. I hope you and Ms Maggie Mae have a long and fruitful relationship.

Love is in the air

The Brindle Chiweenie asked…
Twinkie, remember the chihuahua calendar you recently posted about? Well, it sucked! What are you going to do about it?

TVT: Leave it up to the chiweenie to ask a delicate question. Dear Frankie Brindlebum, I'm afraid you have a point. The dog calendar was not up to standard so I deleted the whole thing and made a new one. If anybody is interested, the link is at the sidebar. If not, I can't blame you. Who would want a teacup chihuahua calendar? Certainly not me.

Before I go, I just want to share a thought that's in the back of my head constantly lately. I know it's still early, but I'm so looking forward to our next Global Animal Blogging Event (G.A.B.E)! I'm brainstorming trying to come up with cool ideas and figuring out how to make the animal blogdom shake!


OMD I almost forgot! Check out a new site, Pet Book Stars, still in progress, where we'll be sharing our... wait a minute. Bella The Westie already posted all about it. Please check her post out by clicking HERE! Anytime you want to check out Pet Book Stars, there's badge on my sidebar that will take you right to it.

Now, go do the right thing!

Twinkie

The Dog Spa And The Chiweenie

For the chiweenie furiends who where wondering where she was yesterday, I need to clarify. She was right there at the dog spa, with me. She had a different experience though. Let me demonstrate.

At first, the brindle chiweenie came to check on me.

She was rather concerned because I looked a bit like

a good candidate for the last train to the rainbow bridge.

Once the chiweenie made sure that I was sticking around . . .

She guarded her tiny teacup chihuahua sissy.

On one paw, I feel bad that the chiweenie didn't get to join in my dog spa treatment. On the other, I'm rather touched by her devotion.



This Saturday I'm finally going to participate on the world famous BLOG HOP!

Can't wait to check out more fun pet blogs!

Twinkie

Stressed Out Chiweenie

Alternate Title

Through the Dirty Glass Door

When we adopted Frankie, our brindle chiweenie, I was told she was for me. My family thought I could benefit from having another dog around. I loved the idea. I can feel myself getting stronger every day, just because I have someone to make fun of every day.  So, poor brindle-bum is my main target, but it's okay, 'cause she's a good sport and she forgives me everything. 

I suppose I can explain the dirty streaks on the glass door. Spotted senior dog did it! When she's hungry, she stands by that glass door with her pink tongue hanging a good foot or so out of her drooling mouth. The rest of the explanation is that M is not really fond of glass cleaning.

I'm glad we got all that straightened out because I now must share stressed out chiweenie pictures.

But why-oh-why is our brindle chiweenie looking so pathetic this time? There can only be two possible explanations. There's either a chimeanie on the other side of the sliding glass door or . . . 

The overprotective nursing cat!

My take on all this is that the chiweenie didn't get the memo so clearly etched on the door mat!

Before I go, one tiny favor, for your tiny teacup chihuahua furiend. If you have a spare moment, please pop on over check out my guest post: Twinkie Twinkie Little Star.

Thank you,

Twinkie