Chiweenie Friday (9)

Hello, dear furiends! Frankie the chiweenie here, or should I say, "the second class citizen is here"?

I'm not terribly sorry to let you know that I've had it! So what if I was adopted last? I am a superb student and a good listener. Okay, so once in a while I leave special "treats" for my mom, but that's only because she's too busy to take me outside the 22 times a day I need to. And besides, I'm not the only one discriminateded against. Linguini suffers with me.

While momma works on her tall architect's desk all day, we, Linguini and I, stay by her feet.

Like this

Or like that

We are reduced to THIS!

While, the Queen

Spends her days right next to mommy

On the desk itself

Even the cats get better treatment

(Don't look if you're already upset)

Bob is on mommy's chair

He looks so very comfortable

That ain't fair, momma

Please pick me up

I bet Tiffy, Ciara, Abby, and all the other newbies are reading this and that they are feeling my pain. 

Before I leave you, we got the badge for our Global Animal Blogging Event from Zoolatry. The badge and update can be found HERE. 

Stay not so cold! Tee hee

Frankie

Horseback Riding Lessons | I've Been Tagged

What can I say, those pranksters over at Dip-Dip and The Bridge, got me! I know my M always deletes this type of emails, but I'm better than that, so I graciously accept the challenge.

What I've got to do:
1. Open my first photo folder (in a moment)
2. Scroll down to the tenth photo (wish me luck)
3. Post the photo and tell the story behind it (do I really have to?)
4. Tag 5 more people (with pleasure!)

The next five victims are:
1. Dip Dip (BOL, wasn't in the rules, so I'm getting them back)
2. Frankie Furter (so looking forward to what he'll come up with)
3. Sonic (he's lonely, oh, Sonic, Sandy Yago is that-a way)
4. Coco, but not Tiffy (Coco needs to feel special)
5. Captain Crunch, Candy, and Miss Bailey (while there's still time)

Grabbing that photo NOW... I got lucky, and so did you, my furiends. M has gazillions of photos.

Human sis with Webby the horse

The story: 

Once upon a time...BOL just kidding. M has two peanuts; a girl and a boy. After visiting a carousel, the girl from the photo, age 5 then, decided she was done with toy horses and she wanted the real thing, horseback riding lessons. M found a five-day day-camp and enrolled both her peanuts. Day 1: both peanuts came home stating that they had "rotted in the sun." Day 2: boy peanut only "rots in the sun" while girl stays quiet. Day 3: boy peanut still rotting while girl is trotting. Day 4: same. Day 5: The end of the week event for parents. Both peanuts were on top of a horse doing vaulting (gymnastics). Moments into the not-so-well-rehearsed-routine, boy peanuts starts to fall calling girl-peanut's name and sounding accusatory--yes it was a long fall. The result: boy still accuses sis (he still does, fifteen years later) and becomes a water polo player. Girl: has been taking horseback riding lessons almost every day since then and wants to become a horse trainer--after she gets her BA, M said. 

You know what, my Dip-Dips, this was a fun tag after all. Thank you!  

Twink!

* * * Global Event Update

For My Speechless Pug

For my pug, Gunther

Twink!

International Animal Blogging Event

Heads up, furiends. I'm working on my 1st ANNUAL INTERNATIONAL ANIMAL BLOGGING EVENT. It will take place, right here, on this blog, beginning April 1st and ending on April 18th, when all the winners of the free giveaways will be announced. I will accept links March 31- April 10th. We can all come together and have lots of fun. The rules are quite simple. If you want to participate, you have to place the event's logo on your sidebar, email me a link to the post with the event's logo (yes same logo but on your actual post) and instructions for your readers. You just have to figure out your one or more free giveaways--that's up to you. I will then glance at your post and if it's G-rated and satisfies the two conditions, I'll post it on my blog for all the others to share and be able to visit with ease. Those of you who don't want to give away anything can still participate. You can just use the links to get to meet new furiends and if you like, leave a comment (only one per post) so that you can become eligible to get the free giveaways. This is an event for bloggers. This is important as we, the active participants, will need to contact you at the end of the event to find out where to mail the prizes. We are all going to be winners here. We'll either gain new friends or prizes or both.

Until then: TELL ALL YOUR FURIENDS! Any and all critters are welcome, that would include anything from tiny sugar gliders, to crazy coyotes and wooly mammoths. SPREAD THE WORD and let's have some fun!

I am looking for a cool badge/logo and a catchy name/acronym (such as: International Animal Blogging Event/IABE, or All Critters United/ACU etc). Since I came to you my close furiends feel free to brainstorm with me. 

Oh, you may wanna check out my post on a different worldwide bloggers' event, One World One Heart from which I got my inspiration, and for which I am grateful. Here's the link: OWOH

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On my PSA on the dangers of hitchhiking Remington left me the following comment: 

Hey Twink -- that sounds like fun! I am going to go and try to get into someone's shirt! Should be interesting! I will let you know how it turns out....or maybe you will have to come and bail me out....

You probably know I love a good laugh and I was tickled at the thought of Remi in anybody's shirt. Remington, did you mean...

Like this?

Or like that?

Because anything is possible in Blogland!

Twink!


PS: It has come to my attention that Hope and Greyz, in corroboration with Fumbled Returns, are running a fun contest with great prizes. Check it out! It's titled, Fumbled Returns Mutt Madness Contest.

Santa Monica Promenade | Not So Sunny California

As I told you yesterday, we were entertaining friends from out of town this past weekend, so M decided, despite all the weather forecast warnings, to take them to the Santa Monica Promenade.

We felt tiny

Especially next to our bro

(see the lady snicker in the back?)

Frankie and I are getting better on the double leash

But sometimes we can pull too hard

See the human straining with the effort to hold us back?

We stopped for coffee and Frankie was convinced that

 I was getting whipping cream behind her back

She finally accepted the lack of whipped cream,

but she was bummed by it

M didn't bring any homemade dog treats either!

M decided that the weather would hold a while longer and her friends should definitely get to see Venice Beach. BOL

It wasn't such a great idea, was it, M?

That's why this is our only photo from Venice

The storm hit fast and hard and we ran for cover

The drive back took forever because both Frankie, the chiweenie, and I were in a hurry to get to our warm home. I was particularly missing my heating pad.

One thing you should know about Frankie,

she always says her prayers before going to sleep

 I was so tired...I simply crashed

I apologize for sounding so exhausted in today's post, but please take into account that I'm still commuting back and forth between Los Angeles and France. Mack and Sally Ann took us all the way to the French Alps where  Asta temporarily took over as our tour guide. We're still having a ball, but with all the travel, time difference, skiing the Alps, jet lag, and that horribly cold walk at Venice Beach and the Santa Monica Promenade ... a pup's gotta rest sometimes. 

Have a great week!

Twink!

Chihuahua Advice | PSA

I say that it's time for another little PSA. Today, I would like to talk to you about the dangers of hitchhiking (aka thumbing, tramping, hitching a ride). Hitchhiking is a means of transportation that is gained by asking people for a ride to cover either a long or short distance. For today's purposes, we're going to have to assume that hitchhiking can also occur in sedentary situations.
I admit, I'm a compulsive hitchhiker. Yesterday, a day predicted to be cold and wet, M decided to take Frankie and me for a stroll at the world-famous Santa Monica Promenade (known for its weekly farmer's market, cool and diverse dining, shopping, and terrific street performers). Walking was tough, the throng was scary for someone as tiny as me.
Soon, I felt tired and cold and I did something I shouldn't have. I hitched a ride in somebody's shirt, again. Dear furiends, beware, the photos that follow are ones of great violence and not intended for those who scare easily, like me.

At first, Frankie and I were both offered the lift

Were we doing the right thing? I wondered

When it was just me, I started to ponder

How safe was this?

That's when The Chin started to approach me

OMD Now what?

Help!

Protect your life. Don't hitchhike!

Twink!

A Whole Lotta Tooting Going On

A uniquely disturbing aroma has been cutting through our breathing air in  my home, recently. At first, we blamed it on the skunk family that lives under out hot tub, wrong! Then on the mold that bloomed after our house flooded (I'll spare you those photos), but it just didn't seem right either. The assaults were potent and they hit in waves, randomly but consistently.

Just yesterday, Frankie, Linguini, and I were passed out on the lawn taking in every ray of the sun in anticipation of a rather stormy weekend when M (think James Bond), decided to join us. She got her supplies (coffee cup and camera) and came outside. Aaaah, she stretched and smiled at us. But then her expression changed and she startled us all by jumping up and down, spilling her coffee, and yelling, "AHA! I finally figured it out!" Huh? We all stared at her clueless and annoyed by the interruption, plus she was being disruptive.

This is what got M all worked up

Frankie who doesn't know to stay out of M's way when she's agitated, went to investigate

I knew then that we were all busted. We had all been secretly visiting a remote part of our yard enjoying fresh fruit off our trees for days, but we had been discreet about it. I had warned Frankie to hide hers better, but she's only a baby after-all, I can't expect much from her. Poor M, now that I think about it, she must be suffering. Linguini spends most of her day right by her side, sleeping and tooting. I spend much time in her arms, tooting quietly. As for Frankie, you know how she sleeps!

Need I say more?

Actually I want to say one more thing about Frankie's sleeping habits because it's the only time of the day this chiweenie exhibits any signs of dog intelligence. 

I don't have a photo, so I'm going to ask you to use your imagination.

Imagine me being Frankie. Okay?

Now, imagine my head being Frankie's other end.

One last visualization: think of M's head on that pillow right next to Frankie's rear.

  

Mind you, Frankie only sticks her duster out of the cover after she's tooted. You understand now why I think she maybe smart after all?

I apologize for the dirty post, but I felt it was necessary. I was hoping it might be helpful to some of--especially if you have access to citrus fruit.

Twink!