Twinkie Tiny Dog | Teacup Chihuahua

Monday, March 1, 2010

Catnip Toy Review | Nip/Tox

Frankie here, Twinkie still ici!

Have you heard the saying, When the cat's away, the mice will play? What happens when the cat is Twinkie and the mice are the cats? As Twinkie's assistant, it is my sad doody to let you know about some terrible things going on in my home. Yup, yup, another cat-astrophe. They broke out the catnip filled cigars!!!

You see, dear furiends?

What makes this extra remarkable is the fact that all three cats are together.

Let's see how this develops.

Jet is a well known catnip toy addict

You can clearly see the catnip effects here

And so is Bob

Catnip effects obvious

Look who else decided to use drugs...um, catnip

Our maine coon cat, Max!

Max suddenly realized Jet was too close to him.

He raised The Paw

Jet did not like this one bit.

After this photo, there were two cats (Jet scrammed)

Twinkie should be very proud of me, I even made a video.

Video Catnip

For all my kat-furiends drooling over this, I know I shouldn't but I'll tell ya anyway. These are YEOWW! Catnip Cigars. Fittingly, I discovered them through my cat-furiends over at I Love Catnip, true story BOL Thank you, 3 city katz! Now, if you love your cat and don't mind the crazy misbehavior, get them a Yeoww! As you can see, Yeoww! Cigars got an A+ at my home. If anybody questions this, just tell them that Frankie & The Cats recommend them.

I am terribly sad to tattle, but like I said earlier, I felt it was my doody. Now go have a nice day and don't worry about me. I can always run for cover on my Linguini's bed.

Frankie

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Bobcat Sighting | Bed Tracks

Hello, lovely furiends! Frankie here. I had a terribly scary experience I must share with you. I could also use the help of KB and The Thundering Herd (both teams please, even Rusty the Rooster).

You may or may not know that I live right by Angeles National Crest Forest where the terrible Station Fire burned down most of the surrounding forrest. What that means is: A. We're lucky we still have a home to live in after the last fires B. We're lucky to have a home to swim in, after the floods, C. Our lives, especially Twinkie's and mine are in constant danger! True that. We have to share our land with all kinds of crazy and nasty predators. The other day--this was in the news--a neighbor watched as a mountain lion jumped over his six foot fence with his beloved dog in his mouth. (Note to self: Another furiend to meet up with at the bridge.) The actual story can be found here.

This photo was taken from our main entry:

Bobcat, not to be confused with my bro, Bob The Cat

Where was I? Oh, yes. So, we all have to be very careful.

KB, Herd, this is where I need you. I took photos of some tracks that must most likely definitely probably are bobcat tracks!

The TRACKS!!!

Before my postie, I did some research. Here's what I think. The tracks are muddy, therefore the beast came directly from outdoors. There are no claw prints, therefore the beast had visited a nail salon prior to his/her visit. The overall shape of the tracks is round, common to most felines. The toes are offset, and I can tell they were very furry in between them, which means the nail salon sucked. Finally, I have come to the conclusion that my M will be very angry when she discovers the culprit. Bobcat beware, this was a silly move on your part.

I could use any advice and tips you can offer me. I need to hold the fort down just a bit longer until Twinkie returns from là-bas.

Thank you so much!

Frankie

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Operation Chihuahua Airlift aka Project Flying Chihuahua

No, this isn't about Flying Twinkie. It's a bummer of a post but somebody has to do it. Let's get it over with because I need to get this off my chest. Check this photo out (no idea where it came from).

Reaction?

ADORABLE

There's a catch. It's alive! Indeed, it's a living, breathing being. It is not an accessory or a doll to dress up. You must have heard in the news that the City of San Francisco Animal Care and Control has set up airlifting missions to transport many Chihuahuas as well as aides and even vets from San Fran to NYC. Chis are estimated to make up 40% of abandoned dogs in CA based animal shelters (they even outnumber pit bulls). Airlifts are in progress via Virgin America that is donating space for the pups and some humans as well.

The Cockpit

In the last 12 months animal shelters in LA have taken in close to 5000 Chihuahuas! Who cares who is to blame? Pop culture, Legally Blonde, Paris Hilton... Chis are adorable to look at and people don't realize our needs and the responsibility of caring for another life. We are considered accessories (bitter BOL here). Size plays a huge role in the decision, but as we all well know in here, size is irrelevant--commitment is pertinent.

This photo points out the lack of commitment,

and it's only a sample.

You know how we sometimes fool around around when we say "I want one" when somebody gets a cute family addition? Heck, I even said that about a human pup once--but we're joking. They're not...

Save a life. Adopt a chihuahua rescue dog!

Twink!

***Frankie here: My sissy is still ici, having a ball, doing je ne sais quoi... But I had orders to upload her post (found a note pinned on my bed).

Frankie

Friday, February 26, 2010

Chiweenie Friday (7)

Hello, furiends! Frankie here. While Twinkie's enjoying herself in Paris, I thought I could share with you my personal issues with M and what I did yesterday.
[BTW Twinkie said that you guys misseded Tucker yesterday, bottom photo, but then she said something like "let's see if they understand what I have to go through because of my size." She was too distracted trying to locate a curling iron that works in Europe.] This isn't her postie day though, so enough about that. Twinkie's oversensitive at times.

Let's see...

For starters, can you feel the sun shining? Can you? Well we've had terrible weather and we're expecting rain again later today (it's approaching), so I moved my office outside so I could enjoy every minute of this.

About my M now. I don't always get her. At times, she'll have me in her arms and say things like, "You're such a crazy brat, you so crazy, my chiweenie, you meanie, you adorable poop butt, you lil' stinker ...etc." Meanwhile, she gazes at me adoringly while petting me. What's it mean? Do I need to put her on Rescue Remedy or something?

On top of that, I'm having issues training her. For example, how can I explain to her that when I ask to go outside, I don't mean alone, I mean with her?

I try my most pitiful look as I camp directly outside the door

Sometimes, I lie down in protest

Linguini has tried several times to assist me with the training

by providing excellent dog training tips, but I forget

BTW we're both designer dogs, aren't we cute?

and to be fair, so has Twinkie

This all goes over M's head. Or does it? The last photo was taken by M through the screen door and that makes me suspicious.

Finally, M decided to be a good M and stepped outside. That's when we all went bananas.

It was so much fun.

Except I finally got tired.

Twinkie wasn't tired yet.

Oh, well, I found a solution. I went to visit Linguini's favorite couch for some protection and some much needed zzzzzs.

Let me see you get me now, Twinkie!

You guys are the bestest for putting up with me, especially the Sibes who probably broke into a sweat as soon as they saw the warm weather.

I just got word that Twinkie has landed safely. Phew! You can find her ici.

See you later furiends, stay not unsafe!

Frankie

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Great Dane Darwin Does L.A.

Darwin's parents are out of town and I thought she might need some distraction along with some good company. A couple of days ago, Darwin, who is a great dane and a very caring gal, read in my comments that I was virtually enjoying her playtime. I woke up to THIS:

See me?

Here we all are: Darwin, Remi, Nala, and Mini-Me. I had a ball. I loved Seattle. Remi's an old pal so we had fun fooling around as usual, only in person this time. Meeting Nala, the rhodesian ridgeback, was a bit problematic. She didn't see me. Huh! No problem, I marched right to her blog and took care of the problem. We're furiends now.

As you know, I'm used to riding horses, because of my regular horseback riding lessons, so I was able to show off my balancing techniques (no stirrups and bareback!). Well, now that Darwin's all alone, I wanted to reciprocate and take care of her for a change. I invited her over to my yard for Chihuawars (chihuahua wars, duh). The sweetheart came right over: