Chiweenie Gets A Turn

Hello, I'm Frankie. I'm Twinkie's baby sis and I've taken over the blog for today while my tea cup chihuahua sister is enjoying the warm sun outside. At last, she lefted me alone for a bit. I know she telled you I'm the one who is bugging her, but it is not the full truth. She thinks she's my mama and she scolds me all the time. She scoldeded me this morning when I peed on mama's quit. Potty training tips anyone? I don't like being yelled at and that makes me want to pee more, do they not understand that? I wanted to explain my side of the story. First off, I'm a chiweenie and I'm a pup. I'm not even a year old. It's not easy to potty train a puppy. Second of all, I'm adapting. I've been to too many homes, I can't remember how many. You understand my confusion. To make this more interesting, mama signed me up for dog obedience training, something that pisseded the tea cup chihuahua off even more. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I can tell you that I'm a very sweet girl and I love my family, even Jet the black kitty who waits for me around the corner to doink me on the head. At first this startleded me, but I'm used to it now. Sometimes I even pretend I'll get her back, and laugh when she runs away. Tee hee hee. I'm getting tired from writing so many words, but I wanted to say "hello" to everyone and make sure you all know what a good girl I am.
I also know how to upload videos. Here's one. Mom's a big tease, she's on the other side of the screen (tee hee hee).

Please ignore the ears (they're still under construction). Just focus on my melodic voice.

Frankie the Bratwurst

A Dirty Post For a Cute Maltese Friend

Inspired by Sonic's the Maltese's blog, I decided to discuss "tooting." Sonic claims he can fart all colors of the rainbow. I'm very impressed. Mine are just smelly. It's Linguini who has the most interesting fart-ventures in our family. I wonder if it's the dalmatian or the german shorhaired pointer in her that toots the smelliest. She's got a tiny bum and when she toots it sounds like a stifled trumpet. Yes, there's always a warning. As soon as the trumpet sounds: A. Linguini looks stunned then starts looking around for the perp, B. the rest of us scram! She's had 10 long years to find out where the noise comes from, you'd think she'd have it figured out. Tsk-tsk.



Thanks for the inspiration, Sonic.
Twink!

If A Red House Is Made Of Red Bricks

Phew! I'm lucky it's Wednesday, because, really, what could I say to this? The cat has the answer...

Or this?

Twink!

Helpless Chiweenie

Helpless ...


And hopeless, if you ask me. Maybe you guessed it. I'm talking about Frankie, the needy bratwurst chiweenie. Two posts ago, I included a link showing Frankie "stranded" on a rock, crying, appearing unable to get herself out of the situation. Wrong! She could have gone either forward or backwards. Instead, unlike us properly trained rescue dogs, she complained making puppy sounds that could easily have attracted nearby coyotes thus endangering all our lives. That's my sissy though. She's off to dog obedience training class with our mother as I share with you a few helplessly pathetic photos.

Huh? Who me? What? Duh!

If I stand here looking sad, somebody will notice.

Noo, get away from me. You're not the real Santa. Mommy!

It's too muddy. I'll just park it here and wait for someone to pick me up

(does she really thing it's that simple to rescue dogs?)

For the grand finale now:

Help, somebody help me!

Mind you, the threat in the last photo is no other than our bestie and co-hiker Mabel Lou. A sweetheart of a rottweiler and greyhound mix. Doink! And my poor mom is trying to educate THAT?

Twink!

Pet Photo Contest Among Friends

I'm having so much fun that I keep forgetting I have children books to promote! So, my friends, I decided to start a little friendly pet photo contest. I guess you know by now, I like fun, therefore, this is going to be a FUN contest. I realize some of you may not have Facebook accounts, but since I'm new at this, I decided it would be simple to give FB a shot. We'll know soon enough whether that was a wise choice or not.

If you choose to join us, upload your funniest pet photos and we all get to vote. Go to the fan photos and click the "like" button. If you want to vote more than once, just type in "Like" and your vote will count.  We all get to see what goes on, every step of the way. I don't like rules much, so knock yourselves out, vote for one, for two, for all... Every vote counts.

In the end, I'm going to send the first place winner a copy of my book (paw-graphed by me). Second place gets a 2010 Twinkie Calendar, and third gets a Twinkie mug. Let's have some fun.

Oh, today's title will lead you straight to my web site's Contest page. If you want to skip that step and go straight to my fan page, click HERE. :)

Title:Twinkie's Funniest Dog Contest - Pet Photo Contest (all critters always welcome)

Location: Twinkie's Fan Page

Ends: January 4, 12:00 p.m.

Dog Rescue Mission

In Between Storms



It's been raining for days and our home is almost at war. Us canines are on each other's case and then there's the felines too, getting on our nerves as well. We've got cabin fever. We went on our own dog rescue mission, the goal was the save ourselves from boredom, stiff joints, and weight gain.

As soon as there was a break in the weather, mommy got us ready and off we went to visit the newly formed rivers.

Frankie, the chiweenie, got stuck in the middle of a stream, I, the tiny tea cup chihuahua, got distracted and left behind for over 30 seconds, Linguini, the largest and heaviest of the pack, a dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix, got stuck in the mud, multiple times, and momma started sniffling. It was cold, wet, and very muddy. Oh, and by the time we started heading back, Linguini and Frankie, the "brave" ones (the one's who got their feet wet in the freezing water) both had the runs. BOL! They're all gonna be fine. I'm only worried about my tiny nose, because they're tooting non-stop.

I'm the only one awake at the moment. Frankie and Linguini are sleeping by the side of our mom's desk, dreaming of our next hike, snoring and tooting. Dog rescue mission accomplished! What a great day!

Oh, I almost forgot. I posted a really short video of our hike.

Twink!

Topsy Turvy Review By A Tea Cup Chihuahua

Do you ever watch infomercials? We do. Our mom has this habit of waking up in the middle of the night, every night, and since all she wants it to go back to sleep, she turns on the TV and we watch infomercials. Once in a while, something catches her attention. This time it was the Topsy Turvy Tomato Planter, a new way to grow mainly tomato plants in an unorthodox way, hanging them upside down.

We all went to the store, bought rich potting soil, the "ideal" tomato fertilizer, and two lovely baby tomato plants. Back home, we followed the instructions to the letter and within a few minutes, ta-da, our Topsy Turvy was ready. I could tell, Mommy couldn't wait. 

Every day she would go to her seedlings and water them and check their growth. Finally, a few weeks later, there was a beautiful tomato bush sticking out of the bottom. Mom was thrilled. "I'm going to make the best tomato-mozzarella salads," she'd tell my human bro and sis. I don't care for tomatoes, but I do care about my mommy and I was just as excited as she was. 

And then one fine day...

...need I say more, or can you see that Linguini (a dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix) is wearing the bush? Mom had tethered her while the cable guy was home. Perhaps Linguini felt like rebelling? BOL!

In case you were wondering, we got about 3 small tomatoes out of this experiment. Mom didn't even comment on the taste. Good job, Linguini, not! 

Twink!