Chiweenie Friday (2)

Yay, Twinkie let me post again and I'm happy. It's Frankie the chiweenie, in case you forgot. It's been raining around the clock for days now. Linguini doesn't seem to care. She tucks herself in her extra small dog bed and sleeps. Twinkie's doing fine too. She spends most of her day lounging on her heating pads. I'm stuck at home all day long with nobody to play with. I feel like this:

This photo expresses my emotional state

(It's my beloved furiend Jude the mastiff, by the way)

That's why I decided to react. I'm not one to get bored easily, so I put together photos and videos to better introduce you to our latest barn furiend:

Cookie! A blue heeler puppy!

She's a bullet. She's a tad faster than I am. She runs like the wind. I think Mama's camera couldn't have done a better job capturing this:

Cookie's training for the Olympics
I wish I could see blue heeler puppies competing for real in the Olympics!

Cookie was saveded by local authorities. She was removeded from her home and taken to a dog shelter because a good person turned her awful owners in. Cookie is the only survivor. She lost her mama and her siblings who were even more abused than she was. She's got chronic dog mange, among other things, and nobody wanted to adopt her. I'm very happy to report what I overheard: she lookeded much worse when she was rescued. She's even put on weight already, of course she also gets regular meals now.

Okay, now I have to be honest like Twinkie's taughted me. I was in fear for my life when I first met The Blue Heeler Bullet.

In this video, Cookie comes to say hello for the first time.

If you could stop paying attention to how filthy our car is for a moment,

then you can witness my panic.

After a couple of nanoseconds, curiosity won. I decided to come out from hiding and face my fear.

But then I noticeded my dog treats Ha ha

Sweet, Cookie. I'm so sorry that I was afraid of her. Now I know how nice she really is and what a wonderful barn family addition she has maded. I can't wait to see her again--as soon as the yucky rainy weather goes away.

I love this bloggy stuff! This was much fun.

So long, my friends... Talk to you soon.

Adopt a dog!

Frankie The Chiweenie Bratwurst

Chihuahua Awards

I had barely woken up when I visited my friend Cocorue's blog the other day. I thought I was still dreaming when I found this:

And this:

Coco handed out the "You Have Been Hi-Fived By Little Miss Cocorue" Award to all her new followers. I was lucky to be on that list. Because it's her award, and because I was given no further instructions, I will simply savor it for now. Thank you my chihuahua furiend.

As for the "Circle of Friends" Award, she presented to everyone on her blogroll. Well, I also believe that everyone included in our blogs deserves this. Help yourselves please. We're all loving furiends, aren't we?

Update:

I've been complaining a lot about the weather and I didn't want you to think I'm exaggerating. That's all the news talk about: the storm, the tornadoes (in sunny SoCal?), our hood, the burn area aka Angeles National Forest. Well, we're all set. Our carry ons are behind the garage door. Mom only needs to unplug her computer. We're getting good at this. Practice, practice, practice. One last thing, when the LAPD and the Fire Department beg us to move out, let's just listen to them. Otherwise we can all go for a jacuzzi*.

Twink!

*During the actual Station Fire period, a couple decided to wait it out in their hot tub. Needless to say, they were par-boiled. True story!

Dog Treat Wednesday

Dog treat photo op

tea cup chihuahua style

Twink!

Linguini's Recession Small Dog Bed

We're all affected by the recession. With foreclosures on the rise and peoples losing their homes, dog rescue and animal rescue organizations across the country believe us furiends to be the newest victim. Duh! Linguini has taken all this to heart. She's got all the dog food  (kibble) she needs and a roof over her head. She now wishes to make a statement.

She decided to give up this:

a deluxe large dog bed

In exchange for that:

a ratty small dog bed

What on earth? Our Linguini always has her own approach to life. She's unique, as Momma says while shaking her head. Designer dog beds aren't her style! BOL

Linguini's take on the recession and a message from her:
I have empathy for the economy and I prefer my small dog bed

Just for giggles

There, I even gave you a sneak peek of your Frankie. We're all doing the best we can, but we must also maintain a good sense of humor.

Twink!

Cat Rescue Cats Gone Wild and Terrible Twos

No, I'm not talking about the age. I'm referring to our cats, the infamous twins, Bob (gray) and Jet (black?). Remember the cat rescue story? As you know, they are the cause of much cat-astrophe in our home, especially if there is a catnip toy involved. I have been telling you about how Jet casually and frequently whacks us all as we go by her. I just discovered two videos to prove it. Unfortunately, you'll have to wait for the good one: Jet v. Frankie since we haven't caught the culprit with our candid camera yet.

In video #1 (all you impatient ones go directly to the 18th second, jeez) you see a typical moment in my house. We're in the kitchen and Bob wants to steal some catnip out of the hanging basket. Jet just sits patiently in wait! While they were up there, couldn't they at least have done their dishes? I suggest you turn the volume up. You can actually hear the...

Whack!
A catnip effect

In video #2 Bob is again exploring the magic catnip basket. Yes, we do realize he has a problem. We're looking for a good catnip detox clinic if you know of one. In any case, you can witness again Jet's whacking technique (35th second for the lazy ones). This is a quiet blow as Jet is constantly trying to perfect her technique.

And Whack

This is what we have to put up with at mi casa. I realize that our situation is embarrassing and that my ego should be at least mildly bruised (along with my head), but I'm old enough to know that all good families have their issues, and mine's no exception. Catnip effects are both our entertainment and possibly our demise. 

Twink!

Horseback Riding Lessons | We Made It

We left the horse barn before the downpour started and we survived another crazy day at our barn.

They have been warning us, Southern Californians, about an impending storm front. Today, we could all feel it. It had surrounded us. The air was totally still and the clouds rolling over our heads kept growing thicker and darker. Humans and other animals were on edge. The humans were already freaking out because they knew they wouldn't be able to get horseback riding lessons for the rest of the week and probably longer. The rest of the animals, well we could all feel something in the air, but we didn't know what it was, so we were all acting a bit bananas.

At first, some of the doggies gathered in the middle of the ring to observe the horseback riding lessons better.

Middle of the Ring: Dogs, A Child, Horses...The Works!

My sissies and I are not allowed in the ring. We do have the strictest parent at the horse barn, but I'm not complaining. I get it. If I get stepped on, ka-splat! Flattened like a stepped on cockroach, the end, it's over, no more Twink-love. We do get to observe from the sidelines though and despite my maturity and understanding, I get frustrated.

Here's a short video that summarizes it all; the crazy horses, nutty dogs, and the subtle laryngeal sounds escaping my tiny throat. ¡Ay, Chihuahua!

The Evidence

After her horseback riding lessons, on five horses(!), Sister D, my equestrian sibling, seemed at last satisfied. She was getting ready for our departure as the temperature dramatically dropped. Momma stuck Frankie and me under her winter coat. Linguini began to shudder. The first drops of rain started to fall. We had had a great day and we were all going home relatively dry and in one piece.

After all the running around and the cold weather, there was only one thing left to do.

Chi Pile

I won't be going to see my friends for at least a week. I may not even go for hikes for that long. Perhaps I should take on a different sport. Agility comes to mind, but when I think of the teeter...I get weak at the knees.

Hope y'all had a great weekend!

Twink!

Chiweenie v. Tea Cup Chihuahua | Eureka!

Those of you who expect me to come down on the chiweenie after yesterday's shenanigans, know that she is under our mumsie's protection. I've been given strict orders not to trash the brat. However, I can still do this: All this time, I've been wondering why Frankie the Bratwurst gets such a warm response from all of you! I finally figured it out.

Exhibit A:

Frankie's soft, kind eyes

Exhibit B:

My bug-eyes

I can tell for myself, that this make sense, but I'm not superficial. I always dig deeper to find everyone's inner beauty. So keep looking, amigos y amigas! Besides, unlike what you may believe, the chiweenie and I are truly happy together.

Exhibit C:

Feel the love and tranquility?

Of course, with me being much older and wiser, I tend to have a little bit more fun than Frankie.

Exhibit D:

This is NO choke hold. It's an act of sisterly love.

I hope I've cleared up some issues for the skeptics.

Twink!