Pet Photo Contest Among Friends

I'm having so much fun that I keep forgetting I have children books to promote! So, my friends, I decided to start a little friendly pet photo contest. I guess you know by now, I like fun, therefore, this is going to be a FUN contest. I realize some of you may not have Facebook accounts, but since I'm new at this, I decided it would be simple to give FB a shot. We'll know soon enough whether that was a wise choice or not.

If you choose to join us, upload your funniest pet photos and we all get to vote. Go to the fan photos and click the "like" button. If you want to vote more than once, just type in "Like" and your vote will count.  We all get to see what goes on, every step of the way. I don't like rules much, so knock yourselves out, vote for one, for two, for all... Every vote counts.

In the end, I'm going to send the first place winner a copy of my book (paw-graphed by me). Second place gets a 2010 Twinkie Calendar, and third gets a Twinkie mug. Let's have some fun.

Oh, today's title will lead you straight to my web site's Contest page. If you want to skip that step and go straight to my fan page, click HERE. :)

Title:Twinkie's Funniest Dog Contest - Pet Photo Contest (all critters always welcome)

Location: Twinkie's Fan Page

Ends: January 4, 12:00 p.m.

Dog Rescue Mission

In Between Storms



It's been raining for days and our home is almost at war. Us canines are on each other's case and then there's the felines too, getting on our nerves as well. We've got cabin fever. We went on our own dog rescue mission, the goal was the save ourselves from boredom, stiff joints, and weight gain.

As soon as there was a break in the weather, mommy got us ready and off we went to visit the newly formed rivers.

Frankie, the chiweenie, got stuck in the middle of a stream, I, the tiny tea cup chihuahua, got distracted and left behind for over 30 seconds, Linguini, the largest and heaviest of the pack, a dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix, got stuck in the mud, multiple times, and momma started sniffling. It was cold, wet, and very muddy. Oh, and by the time we started heading back, Linguini and Frankie, the "brave" ones (the one's who got their feet wet in the freezing water) both had the runs. BOL! They're all gonna be fine. I'm only worried about my tiny nose, because they're tooting non-stop.

I'm the only one awake at the moment. Frankie and Linguini are sleeping by the side of our mom's desk, dreaming of our next hike, snoring and tooting. Dog rescue mission accomplished! What a great day!

Oh, I almost forgot. I posted a really short video of our hike.

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Topsy Turvy Review By A Tea Cup Chihuahua

Do you ever watch infomercials? We do. Our mom has this habit of waking up in the middle of the night, every night, and since all she wants it to go back to sleep, she turns on the TV and we watch infomercials. Once in a while, something catches her attention. This time it was the Topsy Turvy Tomato Planter, a new way to grow mainly tomato plants in an unorthodox way, hanging them upside down.

We all went to the store, bought rich potting soil, the "ideal" tomato fertilizer, and two lovely baby tomato plants. Back home, we followed the instructions to the letter and within a few minutes, ta-da, our Topsy Turvy was ready. I could tell, Mommy couldn't wait. 

Every day she would go to her seedlings and water them and check their growth. Finally, a few weeks later, there was a beautiful tomato bush sticking out of the bottom. Mom was thrilled. "I'm going to make the best tomato-mozzarella salads," she'd tell my human bro and sis. I don't care for tomatoes, but I do care about my mommy and I was just as excited as she was. 

And then one fine day...

...need I say more, or can you see that Linguini (a dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix) is wearing the bush? Mom had tethered her while the cable guy was home. Perhaps Linguini felt like rebelling? BOL!

In case you were wondering, we got about 3 small tomatoes out of this experiment. Mom didn't even comment on the taste. Good job, Linguini, not! 

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How To Potty Train A Puppy - Piss on Earth!

Piss on Earth!

Mom's been talking to the Dip Dip pack of tiny chihuahuas about how to potty train a puppy, and after hearing that Elliot still prefers his wee pad to the cold outdoors, she started thinking in a new direction. She's been trying to potty train Frankie for almost nine months now. Mom also read that the chiweenie is particularly tough to potty train. To make matters even more interesting, we're in the middle of a few storms over here in Cali. So, one plus one equals: wee pads! Duh!

Really now, does this face look like it can be trained?

Currently, I'm enjoying the newfound peace in the house, while wrinkling my tiny nose thanks to the smell of piss, but that should only last 'till the end of the rain season. 

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Horse Training

Zamiro, the greatest horse on earth!

I finally got it! I won't say a word. Not a single word. I will not make a comment on the nail polish, and I won't tell you that this was my human sissy's horse and we're best pals. Shhh... I'm horse training, right? BOL!
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Dog Obedience Training and How to Potty Train a Puppy

An Unconventional Long Weekend

Mom was indeed gone all weekend to attend some USC event. She left Saturday night and didn't come home 'till yesterday. I had a great time because I do love our sitter even though she takes us for walks instead of hikes. The weather was cold and Frankie, the chiweenie, and I, the tea cup chihuahua, didn't want to go out often, which meant that Frankie had a "few" accidents. Anybody that knows how to potty train a puppy, please speak up. We stayed inside, bundled up and visited with our sitter who gave us nice treats and let all of us sleep with her at night. Meanwhile, our mother was out of control. I asked her to post my blog several times, but she was too excited about her firstborn and some USC athletic event he was participating in and ignored me. I can't quite blame her, being so happy for her son, but how could she forget I'm not tall enough to get up on our computer desk? She didn't even bother setting up my ramp.

Then, when she finally got back from the USC water polo finals, she had to take care of her daughter who got very ill during their trip. I missed my mom and couldn't wait for her to pay attention to me, but my human sister was so sick, I just had to be understanding. She's better already; she's recovering.

Finally, I figured it was my turn and got real excited. I started hopping around Mom trying to catch her attention, but she was in a rush again. She had to take Frankie to dog obedience training. What on earth does Mom think? Does she think that Frankie's some kind of genius who will learn a bunch of commands? I doubt that, but I'll keep you updated on my sissy's progress. OMD! This should be fun.

Frankie after dog obedience training

After class, at last, I got my mom back. It was sweet. She apologized for not paying more attention to me and after spending quality time together and a lovely meal of kibble mixed with my favorite chicken soup, she set me up at the computer. I guess we'll figure out how to potty train a puppy soon. If we're lucky, the dog obedience training will make our chiweenie more disciplined on all respects.

Aaaaah...life is good.

Twink!

Dalmatian | Short Haired Pointer Escapee - The Resolution

Our family is not unlike most of yours. We fight and we make up. Our fights are unimportant, unless of course they're safety related; that's probably why our mom got mad at dalmatian lookalike yesterday when she escaped.

Today was a brand new day and all was forgotten. Mom had several talks with spotted dog, reminding her to wait for her hike. Linguini did as she was told for a change, so off we went to our beloved Arroyo Seco.



By the end of our long and leisurely hike, all of us, the dalmatian german shorthaired pointer, the tea cup chihuahua and the chiweenie, were all tired, thirsty, and happy to have a home to go back to. We saw some horses, passed some frisbee golfers, survived a landslide...



It was one beautiful afternoon. Dirty and exhausted we got in the car.



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