Wordless Wednesday

I'm terribly sorry, but due to the unfortunate fact that this is Wordless Wednesday, I cannot post about the development of events in my dwelling after the untimely passing of Brother Bubba and the subsequent and sudden arrival of Brother Rocket. All of you caring furiends (and Curious Georges) are going to have to wait a bit until I can post again. As you can tell, I'm still in one piece, since I'm still able to type and all... (remember that words in ai-talics do NOT count as words)

Now, can you name this new two-headed beast?

All I can say is that it has the potential to make it on the updated Designer Dog Breed List.

Twink!

The Brother I Never Met

When my animal lover humans first met, they were faced with a major decision. She already had Us (me and the rest of the blog gang, 6 dogs and 7 cats), and he had two boy doggies; Bubba and Rocket, aka The Boyz. The Boyz were ... trouble. Both rescues, both aggressive, both outweighing most from my pack. So, fearing for Us and all seven of our naive kitties, the humans made an extremely tough decision: The Boyz were to stay at their initial forever home, and we were to meet them when they "slowed" down; they were both, by this time, considered senior dogs, but they sure didn't act like it! 

Fortunately for Bubba, but perhaps unfortunately for our humans who loved him and wished to bring him home every day, he never slowed down. Overnight, he just went to sleep. He simply never woke up. 

2000-2013

Bubba, the ferocious, beautiful brindle Pitbull mix will be forever remembered by his humans and the many he touched (and occasionally bit) during his long lifetime. 

Bubba was always aggressive. The first and the second family that adopted him, could not deal with him. They wanted to get rid of him. To Bubba's good fortune, a dog lover, my pawrent, heard all the bad stories about him and went for a visit at the second family's home. He found Bubba hiding under a table, baring his teeth, and lunging at anything that moved near him. That puppy needed a home and he got it!

Lil' Bubba remained aggressive. When he got a brother, Baby Rocket, a Chow mix, Bubba attacked. He was sent to obedience school to learn how to stop being aggressive and to play nicely with his brother. He came back home many days and dollars later. The trainer placed him and his bro in a large enclosure and watched. The two watched each other for about an hour when they finally couldn't take it any longer. Muzzles were flying, as they each tried to grab the other. The trainer grabbed the hose... To sum it up, after all his training, Bubba had only learned how to walk well on leash. His nickname was Kujo.

Bubba and his purple-tongued bro, Rocket, were both alpha males and fought most of their lives, but they somehow also got along. There was no option of rehoming either one of them. Aggressive Pitbull mixes are the last to find a home, and aggressive Chows, don't fare well either. 

By the time our humans decided to join their lives, the stories of Bubba's ruthlessness belonged in the past, still my pack is a vulnerable one: we me, Twinkie, the lightweight 3-legged teacup; Frankie, the scaredy-cat brindle chiweenie that squeals at the sight of another dog; Pedro, Mr. I'm Da Boss, aka El Diablo; Sasha, the ADHD slightly aggressive Great Dane; Ziggy, an ailing dog that suffers from Wobbler's and can't even move some times; and we finally have a spotted senior dog, Linguini, that can barely move. 

At first, our humans used The Boyz' two story home and yard as a kennel only. They referred to it as "the world's most expensive kennel." After a few months, a couple moved into the house. Part of the deal was that they would at least try to take care of the boys. They did that and more. They cared for the boys.

That all brings us to today, the day sweet Bubba decided to go to sleep, forever, at his forever home. We got a call early this morning. Rocket is upset, missing his lifetime best rival and best furiend. He is on his way here.

Wordless Wednesday

Twink!

Wordless Wednesday

Guilty!

BTW Anything in italics, does not count. 

My blog, my rules, and guilty he IS ;)

(do not let the innocent look deceive you, look at the stuffing on his perky lil' nose)

Twinkie

Happy 2013, Sort Of...

This is a random update for our good furiends. We're slowly trying to work out a regular posting schedule...paws crossed.

We wish a happy and healthy new year to all of you!

The end of 2013 was rough on our furry and a bit less furry family. Gigi, one of the kittens born here, never came back home. We do live in the foothills, amongst wild life; coyotes, bob cats, and mountain lions. That's all I'm going to say about this. I did mention Gigi's disappearance last post, but what I did not mention, because it happened a month later, Momma Cat, Farrah, went missing, in November. My mom was and IS still looking. She coped with Gigi's loss, but Momma's disappearance was devastating.

If you know anybody who lives near La Canada/Flintridge, La Crescenta, or Altadena, CA please share this photo. Email us with good news at

twinkietinydogATaolDOTcom

Thank you!

As for the rest of the cats . . . they don't seem too rattled

While, I still rule the pack, little Pedro still pawrents his Great Danes. He is still as mischievous as ever. He has a new nickname (duh) I hereby present you with:

El pequeño diablo amarillo 

Linguini is still hanging in there. She's 15 years old, but acts like she's 5 months old. She is SEEEENILE! Most of the day, she either sleeps, barks at the danes, or rolls on her back moaning with pleasure. She loves food as much as ever.

Linguini's doing pretty great, but our M's got lots of cleaning to do, if you know what I mean. 

Let's see . . . oh yeah! Frankie celebrated her 4rth Gotcha Day! All she wanted was treats and M's TLC. 

She got 'em!

Some of you may remember that our Great Dane boy, our Ziggy, has Wobbler's Syndrome. He had a major episode this past weekend. He couldn't stand up, and he was depressed and confused. This started on Saturday. M kept an eye on him and isolated him (esp. from his rambunctious sissy). Sunday he was even worse. Monday he went to see the specialist. That's when he took a turn for the better. Many human dollars later, the vet prescribed another round of Prednisone which M did not start, since Ziggy's constantly improving on his own! Now that's great news!

The beasties (aka Great Danes) basking in the sun

That wraps up the major highlights of our life in my home. I am personally doing better than ever! Yup yup! I beat the odds and I'm planning to keep doing so. I'm one tough chihuahua!

HAPPY 2013

CHEERS!

Twink!

Strictly for our BELOVED friends and furiends

I, Twinkie, my dogs and humans, miss you! Time has become quite the luxury and we interrupted our blog abruptly. Even though things haven't changed much, I decided to take matters into my own paws. I hopped on M's computer to give you a quick update. First however, I want to make sure you can see our quickie posts on Facebook from the sidebar.  Look at the right column, other right!

THE UPDATE

With the exception of one of our kittens, Gigi Smudge, we're all doing great. Miss Gigi packed her bags and left us in the middle of the night. She was never happy here. She had been nicknamed, The Shadow, because that's all we got to see of her.

One of Gigi's last photos

M wants to think that The Shadow lives at our barn and comes home at night to eat. We all humor her and agree. Now that that's out of the way and the cat is out of the bag, the good news! And it's all good from here.

We have two half brothers! M met Mr. M who had two doggies, aka The Boyz:

Bubba, aka Cujo

Rocket, aka Smiley

M says they're the sweetest doggies, but the truth is that I've never met them. They keep us separated, but I can tell you that I'm in no hurry! I did overhear something about: The Boyz blah blah blah... Twinkie... SNACK...blah blah, Cujo blah blah...Twinkie, appetizer etc. I think you get the point.

As for the rest of the gang: All kittehs, young and old, rule at night. 

All of us doggies, just rule!

Senior Dog Linguini, the spotted girl, is turning 15 on November 1st. As an old geezer, she enjoys special privileges. She pretty much does whatever she wants. She also owns prime real estate, at the foot of M's bed. She is completely senile and happy all the time. I hope we all get old like that! It's pawesome, really.

Linguini

Ziggy, the oversized Great Dufus, we all love, has Wobbler's. Six months ago, he could barely move. Two days ago, he reached his personal goal. He was able to jump on M's bed! He was so shocked that he fell off the other side. He got back on and started doing the zoomies! We hope he'll be with us as long as possible.

Ziggy

Sasha, Ziggy's Great Dane sister, is M's little project. Sasha was suffering from major Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, food aggression, skin sensitivities, Pounce on small doggies Syndrome, and you can keep adding to the list. All of her conditions are improving every day, as are our lives and hers too.

Sasha

Pedro, the Terrorista, the self-appointed Great Dane guardian (and a wannabe Great Dane too), is . . .

...surviving 

BOL. This little dog is the cause of lots of laughter at my household

Frankie, our brindle Chiweenie, the Canine Good Citizen, is having a great time. She's happy, healthy, loves everyone, especially food, and she listens well.


Last, but certainly not least, there's ME. The Twink! I'm still tiny, but only when compared to the Danes. I personally feel as mighty as ever. A couple of months ago, I suffered a stroke, which made it appear as if I were d-e-d. I was just checking to see how much I was loved. When I was satisfied, I came to. I got to milk the situation for quite a while. I am a diva. I too now share prime real estate in M's bedroom; not just one but two small dog beds! I am Twinkie Tiny Dog, HEAR ME ROAR!!!

If you would pardon me now

it's my turn to do the dishes

Love you all....

Twink!

PS: We're turning comments off, because it's unclear when we'll have the time to respond next. I hope to resume blogging . . . as soon as possible!

Mat Pilates Is For Great Dane Puppies Too

 

Okay, maybe not so much. Gentle Giants do not need as much exercise as we lil' dogs do. They mostly eat (mucho), drink, and sh... a-lot. Oh, they also hiccup all the time.

Twink!