Chiweenie Birthday Hike

Frankie asked to go to our beloved Arroyo Seco for her chiweenie birthday and we all more than happily obliged. It was our first time out after the floods. 

All three of us ...

... wait, where am I going?

I thought I thaw a bunny wabbit, wrong.

We decided to do our kangaroo leaps of joy!

Isn't my sissy getting good at this?

The spotted kangaroo!

As we were hopping around having a wonderful day, we saw THIS!

What kind of a creature is that? 

Linguini took charge, she's the eldest.

Sniff, sniff

Hmm, I can see the wheels in Linguini's head turning

The german shorthaired pointer part of the mix

She saved us!!!

Thanks to Linguini's chivalrous act, we were all able to head home safely. Thank you, Linguini, for saving the day. 

Twink!

Family Portraits--Our Ancestors

Today's post has been inspired by my loose interpretation of Bijou's Wordless Wednesdays. As you may know by now, my family consists of adopted animals; a bunch of mismatched members, picked off the streets, with little known history. We call ourselves The Misfits. Well, it's time for us to write our own history. Let's hit it, Frankie, Linguini, Bob, Jet, and Max!

We think this is a distant aunt of Frankie's. Her name was Tiny Links.

She's a chiweenie of course

This is Max's cousin, from his mother's side of the family, and his name is Mini.

The maine coon cat has not evolved at all  

Linguini's Great Aunt Ziti. 

The resemblance is astonishing. They match each other spot for spot!

Bob's relative and we'll leave it at that. 

While conducting the search for our relatives, I stumbled upon this picture. Apparently there's a long tradition of ITs terrorizing young chiweenie puppies. 

This, I can't explain.

Finally!

While we're still working on verifying the authenticity of this photo, it has to be my relative. Check out the uniqueness of the leap, the grace, the determination. Apparently us Twinkersons can fly over water too. I am proud to be a Twinkerson and a tea cup chihuahua. 

I hope you enjoyed this trip down our past. If you need me to, I'll be happy to research your relatives too. I'm getting good at this. 

Twink!

Them (Bitch*) Free Parrots

I hope this post doesn't backfire. You see, M also has two human children and she thinks the world of them. She refers to them as "my favorite son," and "my favorite daughter". While I've noticed M being open to most matters, criticism included, when it comes down to those two, Brother J and Sister D, she sucks. I better tread carefully here then. 

Pasadena, CA, has over the years developed a population of naturalized parrots. Those free parrots, also known as feral parrots, have adapted to life in our ecosystem--which of course in non native to them. Some are the result of mass escapes of newly imported wild-caught parrots from facilities (quarantine areas, airports); those create instant flocks that can simultaneously protect them and teach each other survival skills. They also guarantee propagation. There are many myths as to how the Pasadena Parrots came to claim the area, but the most commonly accepted is that they came from a large pet emporium that burned down back in the late fifties. There's of course plenty of controversy about this, but the parrots don't care. 

It was a beautiful morning and M was busy cleaning up after us, when her beautiful favorite daughter emerged from her bedroom. Sister D is a kind, angelic looking child, and sweet. M is one lucky M. BOL So, when that morning, the  sleepyhead daughter walked into the kitchen announcing "Them bitch parrots, keep waking me up," it stuck. From that day on, every time we hear "the birds" we refer to them as "them bitch parrots". The truth is that Sister D was right and she was expressing everyone's feelings. Huge flocks of free parrots are no fun. They are loud and the result is not melodic, it's a cacophony!  

Well, just the other day, we heard the raucous. I got M and sent her outside to grab some decent parrot pictures. Her parrot-photographic skills didn't impress me, but you only get to see "the best of". You may want to enlarge them...

Parrot Pictures

To compliment the parrot pictures, I also borrowed this video from youtube. You have to hear them to believe me!

PS to M: See, mommy, I wasn't criticizing Sister D, I was simply quoting her. Kk?

Twink!

*Bitch: A female dog, wolf, fox, or otter.

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!