Chiweenie Trip Trapping Over My Vlog?

This is the last part of the trilogy; the bridge saga continued, now in vlog form. I hope you like my little video. It is the bare truth. The chiweenie, the linguini, and the tiny chihuahua on a cold winter day, playing by the infamous bridge. I need to warn you that there is some fighting, a near fall, and lots of stalking and jumping. To me, the scariest part is that Linguini allows the freezing water to touch her body and even seems to enjoy it.



Rescue dogs gone wild!
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Chiweenie Trip Trapping Over My Blog? (part deux)

In case anybody was wondering how yesterday's story ended:

Out of nowhere, the Lake Monster reared its head and gobbled me up

Okay, just messing with you. This is our BFF Mable (the rottweiler and greyhound mix). She just looks scary in this photos. She's actually a doll, a lamb, a lover not a fighter.  Here is the real ending...

While I was working on my stakeout technique, the chiweenie brat spotted me and waited on the other side. I noticed that and I

chaaarged!

And this brings us to the grand finale:

Chihuawars!

Disclaimer: No animals were hurt, not even The Chiweenie Beast!

After play-fighting, we got towel dried and drove home where we ate with great appetite and then crashed on the couch (where my heating pad is). For all of you Frankie fans, know one thing, I love my baby sister. After all, I wished every day for her arrival before she was even adopted.

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Chiweenie Trip Trapping Over My Blog?

Everyone familiar The Three Billy Goats Gruff, with the mean ugly troll that lived under the bridge, waiting to eat the billy goats? Well, after yesterday's shenanigans my chiweenie sissy pulled, I, a tiny tea cup chi, am feeling like the troll. I'm going to stake her out as she crosses the bridge. She can all the small dog rescue for all I care, as long as they let me be.

And then I'm going to gobble her up!
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Chiweenie Gets A Turn

Hello, I'm Frankie. I'm Twinkie's baby sis and I've taken over the blog for today while my tea cup chihuahua sister is enjoying the warm sun outside. At last, she lefted me alone for a bit. I know she telled you I'm the one who is bugging her, but it is not the full truth. She thinks she's my mama and she scolds me all the time. She scoldeded me this morning when I peed on mama's quit. Potty training tips anyone? I don't like being yelled at and that makes me want to pee more, do they not understand that? I wanted to explain my side of the story. First off, I'm a chiweenie and I'm a pup. I'm not even a year old. It's not easy to potty train a puppy. Second of all, I'm adapting. I've been to too many homes, I can't remember how many. You understand my confusion. To make this more interesting, mama signed me up for dog obedience training, something that pisseded the tea cup chihuahua off even more. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I can tell you that I'm a very sweet girl and I love my family, even Jet the black kitty who waits for me around the corner to doink me on the head. At first this startleded me, but I'm used to it now. Sometimes I even pretend I'll get her back, and laugh when she runs away. Tee hee hee. I'm getting tired from writing so many words, but I wanted to say "hello" to everyone and make sure you all know what a good girl I am.
I also know how to upload videos. Here's one. Mom's a big tease, she's on the other side of the screen (tee hee hee).

Please ignore the ears (they're still under construction). Just focus on my melodic voice.

Frankie the Bratwurst

A Dirty Post For a Cute Maltese Friend

Inspired by Sonic's the Maltese's blog, I decided to discuss "tooting." Sonic claims he can fart all colors of the rainbow. I'm very impressed. Mine are just smelly. It's Linguini who has the most interesting fart-ventures in our family. I wonder if it's the dalmatian or the german shorhaired pointer in her that toots the smelliest. She's got a tiny bum and when she toots it sounds like a stifled trumpet. Yes, there's always a warning. As soon as the trumpet sounds: A. Linguini looks stunned then starts looking around for the perp, B. the rest of us scram! She's had 10 long years to find out where the noise comes from, you'd think she'd have it figured out. Tsk-tsk.



Thanks for the inspiration, Sonic.
Twink!

If A Red House Is Made Of Red Bricks

Phew! I'm lucky it's Wednesday, because, really, what could I say to this? The cat has the answer...

Or this?

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