Chiweenie Friday (4)

Hello, lovely furiends. Frankie here. I misseded you. Did you miss me? I have some very exciting news to share with you. My birthday is tomorrow! Too good to be true. I know, Twinkie told you my birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but she was wrong. The dog vet called and set Twinkie and M straight. I get to have a second birthday. M is feeling silly and wants to make up for it. She askeded me what I really wanted to do. She said we have rainy days coming and for my birthday we get to do whatever I wanteded. Almost sounds like a three-birthday year to me. Tee hee.

I asked to go for a hike with my sissies and we had a grrreat time, but Twinkie wants to tell you all about what we did. I am only allowed to say that she was a great older sissy and during our hike she did everything I askeded her to. I am very tired from walking in the cold creeks for almost two hours! I would like to share with you a family video. We can all get comfortable and watch it together, from our homes.
Enjoy the show!



See you furiends later, kk? Stay not cold! Tee hee.
Frankie the teeny chiweenie

Offended Teacup Chihuahua | Hasta La Vista, Baby

Something terrible and shocking happened at my house yesterday, right in the middle of my part of the contest over at Mango Minster, M lost me! Let me tell you exactly what happened.

Earlier that day, we went on a hike. On our way out, I was afraid to go out the door. What if the monster closed while I was trying to get in the garage? What if it flattened me? I have to think about this stuff. M picked me up and off we went. On our way back, her hands were full. You guessed right. I was stuck in an empty cold garage for an entire 7,200 seconds, I was locked in there, like the garbage cans that surrounded me.
After a lifetime of abandonment, I finally heard M go, "Where's the Twink?" I wasn't gonna respond. Huh! She lost me, she better find me, right? The decibel level was going up. I could hear her screaming now, both inside and outside the house; front and back yard. Inside, she opened and closed all the doors and cabinets. She was pleading with Linguini and Frankie to tell her where I was. You see, we live in the mountains, among raccoons, owls, hawks, bob cats, coyotes and mountain lions. All of them are very valid threats to me.
At long last, the door to the garage opened and M squealed. After picking me up and taking me to the nearest heating pad, she started cussing herself out. Yup, yup, true story. That's when I made up my mind.

I asked Frankie to pack my suitcase. She even packed IT!

(for the non-followers and the half-arse ones too: IT was the decoration I was subjected to for a recent Valentine's Day dog photo contest session, the pink sssnake with the hearts)

Meanwhile, Bob was overseeing and I was worried he'd tell M.

Okay, chiweenie, I got it from here! 

(I could tell she was drooling over my chewy)

Whaat? Oh, the cable? I don't go anywhere without my heating pad.

Indeed, Bob was not concerned.

You should have thought of it sooner, Frankie.

I suppose we have time for a few zzzs. 

After my nap, I'll decide how to proceed. Meanwhile, if any of you have room for a tiny teacup chihuahua furiend who will not eat you out of house and home (hear ye, hear ye parents of Mango, Tucker, Darwin, Remington, Wolfies, and ... I don't need to embarrass everybody), do drop me a line. 

Twink!

Dog Photo Contest | Election Day

FOR TWINKIE

Apparently, the Sporty Dog Category over at Mango Minster 2010 has exceeded all expectations. It is huge! Due to my tiny-ness, I always feel a certain disadvantage. Seriously, what if you can't find me? Therefore, after much deliberation (after seeing the incredible dog photo contest competition), I decided to give you a brief explanation as to why I deserve to win my part of the category. I sure hope Judge Moose swings by here before he is faced with his incredibly hard decision. I also hope he has forgiven my behavior at Key West. It wasn't me, Your Honor. It was the cervezas!

A trip down a good Sporty Dog's memory lane. I, Twinkie Twinkerson, am a good sport because:

I am an amazing guard

I am really tough! Na na nana na!
Catch me if you can, you rottweiler, you...

My feet don't always have to touch the ground

I can ride horses bareback

I can also ride bikes

I am a terrific dancer
This is the tea cup chihuahua dance, if you want to know

I am fully trained if anybody needs any potty training tips

I am funny

I have a great sense of humor

I'm a pawesome stalker

I love my chiweenie sissy

I never give up on a piece of duck,
or any dog treat for that matter

I did put up with this!

I know how to share

Bottom line, I'm just so darn cute!

So, what do you say? Sold?

Twink!

Blue Heeler Name Change

Cookie No More (A Barn episode)

Do you remember the new blue heeler dog at the barn, a recent dog adoption? Her name was Cookie. Well, you better remember since many of you asked for an update. I was at the barn recently and when I asked about Cookie, nobody could give me an answer. I repeated myself, explaining I wasn't talking about edible cookies, but I got nothing. I started to panic then. Cookie's family were all tragically dead and poor Cookie herself, the sole survivor, was in poor shape when rescued. I looked to the right. No Cookie, but somebody was hiding behind a tree. I went around and saw:

Nathan, you silly goose, um, horse. I thought you were Cookie, the blue heeler.

I wanted to keep looking but M grabbed me because somebody allegedly got me a present. I was hoping for a dog treat. I looked for my present and saw:

OMD Please scroll away

Once I flattened myself in place, thus convincing M I wasn't going to wear this, no way no how, she got it off me and I started looking for Cookie again. Wait, what was that I saw between Nathan's legs?

Wrong again, 'twas my pal, Peetie, the doxie.

I was starting to panic. Nobody could talk to me about Cookie. Nobody knew of a Cookie. At this point, I came up with an idea.

'Scuse me Zamiro and Ringo, would a blue heeler happen to be between your lovely heads?

They neighed me away. Huh, horses can be so private at times.

I heard some noise from one of the stalls, so I decided to take a look.

Not you again, Peetie the doxie! Sorry dude, get back to work

I hope you realize, by now I was fearing the worst when all of a sudden I heard Maddi's voice. Cookie loved Maddi, also a blue heeler, so I ran to see if perhaps I could finally locate the Cookie Monster.

Twinkie: Boomer! What are you doing?

Boomer: Who, me? Keeping Maddi's tail warm

Maddi: Tiny chihuaha, get off of me now or I'm wagging!

Maddi did indeed have the answer, "Twinkie, if you're referring to the crazy baby Heeler, she didn't like her name." I was confused, and Maddi noticed. "She goes by Holly now." And that's when I turned around and saw Cookie, err, Holly.

She's become a soccer player now

And she's so serious about her future career that she asked for the name change herself.

Huh!

My blue heeler and recent barn dog adoption asked me to say hello to y'all

Hello!

Twink!

UPDATE: I just heard through the grapevine, okay, from Fiona, today's the day we get to vote for Sporty Dogs at Mango Minster 2010. If you check out MM you'll find that there may be a slight delay but keep checking. They actually had to break Sporty Dogs down to two groups and with all the crazy things happening over at MM, it'll be interesting to say the least.

Twink! Twink!

Dog Photo Contest | We're Going to Decorate the Twink!

I bet you all know by now that I've been obsessing about Biggie Z's Dog Pile Contest, a dog photo contest with an extra challenge, for a while now. I've visited your posts, made jokes of your attempts, challenged you, teased you... And now, it's time for you to have at it.

This is how it all started. A bit of human dialogue as overheard by me:

Mother (matter of fact): We're going to decorate the Twink.

Daughter (clueless): Huh?

Mother (exasperated): You know, for the Big Pile dog photo contest, an event sanctioned by the Mango Minster 2010.

Daughter (more clueless and slightly concerned): Huh?

Mother (fed up): Oh, just hold the camera!

Daughter (obviously worried about Mother): HUH?

Mother (unwavering): Take some photos, go on, 'cause ya never know with the Twink.

After her last statement, Mother approached me holding an enormous (okay, small) basket in her hand. Oh, boy, I thought and lied on my side. I thought of all my furiends who meditate and practice yoga and I started to relax.

What do you mean, I don't look relaxed?

Momma proceeded to adorn me, not with love this time.

And this is what they did to me!

And this!

And this!

My Official Dog Photo Contest Entry

Name: Twinkie

Breed: Definitely confused Chi byproduct

Approximate size: Tiny, duh! Okay, surface square footage, 8x3 feet (inches) lying on my long side. Weight, just under 4lbs on a good day and after a big meal. I am however impressively tall for my size.

NOT PHOTOSHOPPED, although we did enlarge my photo a bit, for the judge's sake

***Disclaimer: No animals were harmed during the photo-shoot, really.

TA-DA! for all the skeptics out there

List of items:

1. teapot lid (on my head)

2. compass

3. pool cue chalk

4. horse-drawn carriage

5. large watch

6, 7: teacups

8,9: teacup plates

10: coffee pot

11: water jug

12: emery nail stick

13: lock

14: floss

15: thimble

16: other floss

17, 18: skateboards

I would kindly ask Your Honor to take into consideration the extreme difficulty level of my brave undertaking due to my challenged size and my TDPD (Tiny Dog Personality Disorder)

Muchas gracias and good luck to all!

Twink!

Maine coon cat Max: His Story

Alright, get your tissues ready. I'm geared up to talk to you about Maxwel, Maximilian the Grrreat, Maxine (because he sounds like a girl), Maxi, etc. Our newly adopted main coon cat.

MAX in the shower

Momma was coming home from the animal shelter and she was supposed to bring home a large Akita and German Shepherd mix, Darla--only. Well, as it turns out, when M goes to the pound, ya never know what she'll bring home. So, I wasn't terribly surpised when she got out of the car, Darla's leash in hand and a huge box in the other. What was that box doing there and what was in it?

As M was leaving the shelter with her daughter, my beloved Sissy D, they discovered that one of the cat cages had a notice on it. Of course they rushed in the office to enquire. Max's hours were numbered. Momma tried to plead with the shelter, to give her 'till Monday (it was a weekend), but they shook their heads and confirmed that Max would NOT be around on Monday.

"Well, in that case, wrap him up!" M is decisive that way. Apparently, not only was Max "too old", he was eight, he had also been adopted out once. He had made it to the parking lot. Between the animal shelter and the lot he had apparently coughed up such an enormous cough ball that the lady turned around in her heels and returned him! OMD the fool!

It was July of 2008 the day M brought Max home. She hadn't even seen him at the animal shelter, not a glimpse. He had been curled up at the back of his cage at the shelter and he was barely visible. We all got to see him for the first time when he started coming out of his box, and coming, and coming, there was no end to this dude. Max is enormous! I now know that it's normal for a maine coon cat. He's much bigger than me, no surprise there, but he's also much bigger than the twins, the catnip addicts, Bob and Jet.

Max was covered in poo and we all held out breaths at both his beauty and his stench. M took care of the latter and we could all breathe again. Underneath the poo was one of the most gorgeous kats we'd ever seen.

This is Max the day he came home.

The face! This dude was not supposed to enjoy life any longer? What?!

See the "M" shape over his eyes? We think he's a Maine Coon Cat

The problems with Max became obvious immediately. M would occasionally and half-heartedly try to find him another home. I'd hear her on the phone: "I'm looking for a home for Max. He's awesome. He's the best. We should all adopt a pet. You can only have him if you really want him, because I want to keep him. Plus he has a couple of health issues. I love him sooo! Are you sure you can provide him with the best home, because actually, no, never mind, I want him." Needless to say, nobody dared adopt Max from my mom. But there was also no controlling the twins, out tailless cats. They hated. The reason? I personally believe they're still afraid of him. It's been a year and a half since then, but things haven't changed much. We've seen very little blood, and their fights are a mockery, but they do not get along. M got a bunch of feline anti-anxiety sprays, some herbal potions, and she did everything the experts said, but it didn't make a difference. M had a personal problem with Max too. He didn't want her. She'd try to pet him, and he'd worm away. She'd find him lying about contented, attempt to touch him, and he'd move. I could see the disappointment in her face. The worst part was, that when my human siblings would visit, Max was all over them, begging to be petted. What's up with that cat behavior? M is a charmer (with animals mainly, don't get me wrong), where was her mojo? My guess is her mojo left along with that first poo she had to clean off him.

Rescue Maine Coon Cat in his bed on his bed in his own bedroom

We lived like this for eighteen months, when M decided to get Max an As Seen on TV EmeryCat Scratch Board. Scratch boards are Max's passion, plus he hates having his nails clipped. So, M ordered him two and held her breath. Would they work on Max's nails? Would they make him happier? The Emery Boards finally arrived. They came with a kitty toy, that Max loves and two cheap looking de-shedder tools. Hmmm, M put the tools aside. She's got the Furminator and she loves it, even though Max winces and tries to squiggle away from her, somehow they were getting the hang of it. Golly, this almost sounds like a review, but I can't tell you much about the Emery yet. I need more time to have a educated opinion. Anyhow, the cheap looking de-shedders were abandoned in some kitchen drawer, until ...

Happy Max The Yogi

Friday night, a long time after we adopted Max from the animal shelter, we were all hanging in the living room, and what do I see? Max is all over M being brushed with the de-shedder and purring loudly. I guess Max didn't like the Furminator, his loss. M was mesmerized while Max was hypnotized. They remained there for about half an hour, while Bob made uneasy circles around them, vocalizing his frustration. Frankie put an end to it. She got fed up. She went up to Max's face and yelped "My turn!". He got the message and left to play with the fluffy cat toy that came with his EmeryCat. I have never seen a shinier kat. I have never seen Max more content. As for me, I'm a lady, and I patiently remained on my heating pad from where I observed all I just recounted, even though, between us, I was dying for my turn!

There's a feeling of tranquility in my home that wasn't there before. I want to believe that the Max-saga is coming to a fast end. We want him not just alive, but happy too, and he's finally getting it. What can I say, katz may be able to catch birds in the air, but when it comes down to their IQ, they are slower than k9s. Oh, I can also say that EmeryCat's de-shedders get an A+ from me, as does the Furminator for the rest of us. 

Twink!

The Tea Cup Chihuahua Experiment

Last time we went to play at our beloved Arroyo Seco, Momma decided to conduct an experiment. She dressed me in something that looked like a cross between a Paris Hilton Chi and a Bunny. As it goes with most experiments, I, the guinea pig, was not given any instructions. The experiment was significant because within seconds we learned that: When a Bunny chases a dog, the roles reverse. Watch Frankie's leaps and hops if you don't believe me.


Let's forget about the Bunnies for a minute and check out the ducks.

Can't get those either!

What if we united our forces? Let's have the Three Stooges go after the Ducks.

Meep!

At this point, I'd like to conclude today's vlogs and my personal tea cup chihuahua experiments with my favorite video of the day. Yes, I do realize fully what I'm doing in this video. It's deliberate!

No comment.

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Breaking News: I was visiting Max, all the way in Africa (fine, his blog) to check up on his health, enjoy his post, when I discovered he had joined a dog blog competition. I had vowed to myself to stay away from those for a while, but then I though better about it. I want to join, as I told Max already. The reason: Some of you may have noticed the One World One Heart Event I am participating in. Well, as it turns out, there are virtually no furiends involved. The contest is lovely BUT it's mainly targeting crafters and artisans (beautiful stuff btw). I feel the need for an international furiend blogging event, and I've been thinking about this for a while. The blog contest should teach me new things and expose me to new furiends, that none of us know yet. I'm looking at it as a great PR opportunity that will hopefully allow me to organize the International Furiend one.
The event is called "TrainPetDog.com 2010 Dog Blog Award" and the rules are simple. You need to register your blog(s) and you must blog about it and ask your furiends to vote. Before I ask you to vote for me, know that there are no pop ups and no sign ups. Both Max and I need to get more than 50 votes to qualify for Round 2. To vote for us please click HERE. All you need is Max's (Di6Ym) and mine too (7f1rN). Click on the link, paste our codes (one at a time BOL) in the big yellow box, and ta-da! You'll make two furiends eligible for Round 2. Thank you!
Have a grrreat day!
Twink!