Trespasser Among Rescue Dogs

So, we're at our beloved barn enjoying the shockingly warming sunshine (my favorite weather, hot and sunny) when I spot this:

Her tag had a phone number and her name: Molly.

I found out later that she lives a couple of houses up the hill and that she loves our barn so much that every few days she runs away to visit us. She normally hangs behind the corral panels BOL! She thinks we can't see her. "Hola, amiga!"

Molly couldn't resist Linguini's charms. Still fearing for her life, she made her appearance. Notice her submission? Well, our Linguini certainly appreciates that. She's such a peace loving girl. Molly though got nervous again and off she went in the middle of the ring this time. Only problem was, the ring was otherwise occupied:

These are the regulars, the horse trainer's rescue dogs, don't they look like they belong?

Wait, what's that? Oh, yeah, there were at least five horses training when Molly decided to join the riders.

And there was Trixie too. The meanest and nastiest of the pack. I adore her and I admire her too. She should be more grateful than all the rest of us put together for being among the rescue dogs at our barn. She's lucky to have a forever home. 

Molly had to do a bit of running. She was being playful but she was also being careful with Trixie, the nasty chihuahua.

Finally, Molly came to her senses. She joined Linguini. Aaaah, aren't they so cute together? I sure think so. A few minutes after this photo was taken, the riders started to head home and took their dogs with them. Molly decided it was time for her to head back to her humans.

She was so lucky, look who came next!

It's Kujo's evil brother. I'd tell you his name, but we're still trying to figure it out. He was roaming the streets without his tags. I hope he finds his family soon, because otherwise I'm afraid momma's gonna bring him home. Rescue dogs are important in our life though, since we're all rescues in our home, so if that's what mom wants to do, then that's what we'll do!

Dog Training Tips | Barn Trouble

There is this street, adjacent to the barn that my pack and I frequent. Mom has repeatedly asked, begged, screamed at us not to cross because she's worried about the occasional car that passes by. I am a good listener, but Frankie and Linguini aren't and I can prove it. Here's the story in pictures:

See the runaways scram back once they've been spotted by our momma? How about the tiny dot in the right corner? That's right. It's me, the tea cup chihuahua, Twinkie, aka the good girl.

Yes, you are correct. I'm getting ready to teach somebody a lesson. Tsk tsk. Why don't they listen? I've heard that dalmatians have hearing issues, but what about german shorthaired pointers? I'm trying to decide which part of Linguini's personality makes her ignore our mom. 

I wouldn't get closer to me, if I were Frankie, the chiweenie. Hmm...There's Linguini too, but she's still kind of far.

Plus she's much bigger than I am. Al-righty then, today, I'm going to only teach Frankie a lesson. And so I did.

Enough dog training tips for now. 

Twink!

New Year's Eve Dog Treats

We were all supposed to stay home, as every pack should on such a potentially LOUD night. All of us (even the felines) are terrified of fireworks. Well, favorite-human-son showed up unexpected (yay) and wanted our momma to accompany him to a party (not so yay). After she made sure there would be no fireworks at the stadium close to our home, she agreed. They were only gone for a couple of hours. We all slept. Frankie was snoring as usual. By the time Momma & Son were back, we were well rested. Momma took us for a stroll under the moonlight and then we were too wired to go to bed. We got to eat sweet potato dog treats she had gotten for us earlier that day, as she cut the special New Year's cake--you know, the one with the coin in it (whoever gets the slice with the coin is predicted to have an especially good year). Our mom got the coin and she actually squealed, as she explained she hadn't won the lucky coin in ages. I'm very happy because I love my mom so much that I want her to always see her happy.

I sincerely hope all of you had as much fun as we did at my home!

Twink!

Rescue Animals Wishing You Happy New Year

My Best Wishes for a Healthy and Happy 2010



With love from
Linguini, dalmatian and german shorhaired pointer mix, adopted ten years ago
Frankie, a chiweenie, adopted a year ago
Max, a maine coon cat, adopted 2 years ago
Bob and Jet, the famous tailless twins, adopted 4 years ago
And me, a three-legged tiny tea cup chihuahua, adopted 3 years ago

Peace on earth and ... Adopt a Pet!

Twinkie

Wordless Wednesday | Cat Bed

"Cat bed"

Twinkie

Chihuahua And Chiweenie Locked Up

I had the most upsetting day. I spent most of it locked up in Mommy's room with the chiweenie - bratwurst and three (!) cats! Whatever happened to my dignity? Why would Mommy punish me so? She blamed it on Deputy Dog (aka The Walrus, that's what I call this mastiff). Not only was I stuck in the room for several hours, I had to listen to Frankie screaming her head off.

The Walrus

After the Walrus's departure, I expected Mommy to make it up to us. Instead, she took off with Linguini, the dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix. She told me I'd be safer at home because I was a small dog. When she got back, I was going to have a chat with her, but she looked so sad, I didn't have the heart to. She had gone deeper into the Angeles Crest National Forrest and she had seen more of the Station Fire aftermath. Linguini looked more grey rather than black and white from the soot.

Angeles Crest National Forrest, Dec. 29, 2009

Later yet, when I was completely convinced Mommy was going to make it up to Frankie and me, she took off with Frankie! It's Tuesday, dog obedience training day. Again, I was left behind. Mommy came home glowing with pride. Apparently lil' chiweenie had aced her dog obedience training class, again.

And the best dog obedience training student award goes to ... Frankie!
I even got dog treats!

Ugh. "What about me?" I wanted to scream as Mommy pulled me aside and gave me a special sweet potato treat. Did she really think I could be bribed so easily? Aha! Affirmative. 'Cause I love my Momma, she's the best and tomorrow I bet she'll make it up to me.

I'm feeling pretty confident she will.

Twink!

The Holidays Can Be Exhausting to Small Dogs and Cats

We went to the horse barn again yesterday. After we played for many hours there, we went to another barn about an hour away to check out Sister D's next horse. It was extremely cold both places. There were dozens of us rescue dogs both places too, which means that tons of energy were expanded. Add to all this exercise all the holiday hustle and bustle, the extra cookies, the visitors, the fact that we're eating turkey that naturally calms you down....We're all oh-so-tired!

Jet started to yawn first.

Bob was next.

Okay, so I was tired too.

And The chiweenie... collapsed of course!

You can probably tell from our faces, we've been enjoying every minute of the holidays. I'm also extremely happy to share the news that our friend Twix is healthy! I also got the Gnarls Bark-ley CD I had asked for along with the "get out of jail free card"! I'm stocked.

Twink!