Chiweenie Friday (6)

Hello, lovely furiends! Frankie, the chiweenie here, yes again. While Twinkie's not at all impressed by my posts, she says I can keep going. I had the most fantasticest time at the horse barn the other day, and I would love to share with you.
Finally, M decided I am old enough to start horseback riding lessons. It's going to take me a looong time before I get to be as good as Twinkie, but it's a start. You want to see a photo?

Ta-da!

Ringo, the horse, told me I did very well for a first lesson. I think he appreciated my lightness and the way I took instructions. I had no fear and that is not unpromising for my future equestrian career. 

Linguini had a ball again. She ran around, played with her furiends, ate out of a bucket with anti-inflammatory meds for a horse, drank a little linseed oil, got the runs...

Mostly, Linguini likes to chill by the horses hoping for some "fresh food"

This is Holly aka Cookie, the blue heeler

Twinkie's keeping an eye on her

Holly's looking better every day

I know yesterday Twinkie called me an Omega dog and I have no problem with that. Actually, I will share with you a video that supports her case. It's okay, I'm still a baby. 

Tee-hee, so I was a bit of a chicken, I get it. I had so much fun though!

After we turned out the horse, I was exhausted. Horseback riding lessons can be very taxing.

I crashed

But I wasn't the only one

See you later, furiends. Kk? Stay safe and not cold.

Frankie

Pack Leader

The Alpha and The Omega

When someone asks, "Who is the top dog at your house?" we all kind of look at each other for assistance. We're all dog adoption puppies. It's actually quite complicated. There is a strange lack of hierarchy. Linguini and I have seniority. If Linguini wasn't as sweet-natured as she is, we'd be in trouble. I was born an Alpha. Linguini is female, like me, plus she has seniority because of her age, and she was established for almost a decade before I barged into her life. Linguini does not care about titles though. She's happy to share everything with mini-me. When the Brat, the chiweenie, appeared into both our lives, there was no more room for top dogs. Frankie became the Omega.

Perhaps if I tried to use my demo photos, I could explain this better.

First, the Alpha spots the Omega

Meanwhile, the unaware Omega is basking in the sun

Then the Alpha pounces on the Omega

Clear demonstration of who the Alpha is

You guys know about pack mentality. There has to be a real pack leader. Who would that be? Our M is our Alpha and our Omega. She is also the fierce commander we all report to. She's like our PO. Nothing escapes her, and perhaps that's why we all live so peacefully and harmoniously together--and this includes the katz.

Who's the Alpha in your home?

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Before I leave you to figure this out, I'd like to mention two things: 1. Twix, the doxie, is a two-time wiener-winner of my BOOK. She won one for Mango Minster 2010 and another one through my One World One Heart post. You lucky girl... 2. Darwin, the great dane, shocked me the other day. She put up this hilarious POST in which she included me. I just mentioned I wanted to play, and next thing I know I'm having a ball with her and Remi, the rhodesian ridgeback, and this other furiend, I don't know properly yet. Her name is Nala and she's a Rhodesian Ridgeback too. After reading her post today, I have the feeling she didn't even see me. My bad for being so tiny, since I'm a tea cup chihuahua, but maybe she could use some glasses. I'll head over there to suggest it now, but first: Thank you Darwin!

Twink!

Chihuahua | Blue Heeler Standoff

3 chihuahua puppies and 1 blue heeler puppy

having a sniff off, aka standoff

Twink!

Pet Photo Contest | Cat-O-Lympics?

Did Somebody Say Pet Photo Contest?

My furiend, Huffle, inspired by the Winter Olympics, decided to host his own Olympic event. The event is a pet photo contest, labeled Competitive Napping. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit tired from all the recent pet photo contests, but a napping event? How sweet! I can do this with my eyes closed. The rules are as simple as the task at hand. I need to submit a napping photo anytime between now and midnight Friday. All kitties and pups who think they can nap as kitties are eligible to enter, in Huffle's own words. 

And now, representing Twinkie's blog. Let's have the contestants please.

Our first contestant is a cat-nap (and catnip) veteran. I give you Bob!

BOB

Now on to our second contestant. Beware, she is a cat-nap (and catnip) veteran as well.

JET

The next contestant, although not a pro in napping, he's an inept user of catnip, and he's still a force to content with. 

MAX

Linguini is one cool cat. I'm just not sure whether the photo I picked is appropriate for a napping contest or a crashing one. 

LINGUINI

Last, but of course not least, we have a pair of contestants. Notice how they nap in a complicated formation. Notice the difficulty of the terrain. If that's not Olympic caliber napping, ladies and gentlemen, then I ask you, what is? 

TWINKIE and FRANKIE

This concludes our pet photo contest entries

As you know, I have the tendency to talk trash to intimidate my competition, so BRING IT ON!

Twink!

Post Valentine's Day Update | Valentine Cards

What a nutty and incredible weekend this turned out to be! First off, the Max Tour virus spread over many of our blogs turning blog-land into an awesome extended family. It turns out that the main theme of the Max Tour, besides the celebration of his life, was that good f(u)riends are to be cherished forever. I love our blogging community. You guys rock!

There was the matter of a certain handsome pug fellow to court as well. He didn't do much courting himself, so I had to do most of the work including the photosh-- (oops).

Gunther, the pug, probably out of guilt after seeing Frankie Furter's, the doxie, special attention to his girls, decided, and told me over the phone, that he's going to tattoo my name on his arm. I was really excited and asked him to use my full name: Conchita Twinkie Twinkerson Doodle-bug. Gunther and I never actually got to go on a date, but that's just fine because I would have had to have dinner with Brutus who recently beat me in a V-Day photo contest. I'm still a bit sore from that, just a tad.

The other issue that upset my family peace this weekend is that of the valentine cards. All these came for me!

The top one is from my pug's family. I though it was the best among all valentine cards ever. You know why? It was my first! I thank you.

The one below my Gunther's is from our furiends the Houston Pittie Pack. Guero and I have been meaning to meet for some cold cervezas, but I'll have to run it by Gunther at this point. Thank you all for the beautiful card.

And the bright pink one? I would have guessed it was Mona from miles away. It was!!! Thank you Mona and The Mommy!

Now, what's upsetting about all those beautiful cards, you may wonder. Here, I'll show you M's cards.

What was she complaining about? It's all about quality, not quantity!

Regardless, Frankie who is both a cracker-dog bratwurst chiweenie and not able to deal with puppy potty training still, decided to get creative for our momma. 

Remember this?

Bad Frankie

Good Frankie replaced it with this:

 

No comment and No puppy potty training tips either

What a weekend! I'm exhausted already. What's next? M and Frankie walking off into the sunset leaving us lots with a dog treat? We shall see, won't we?

Twink!

Max World Tour | Golden Retriever Pictures

Golden retrievers rule!

I dedicate this post to you, my South African furiend. You are the happy optimist and this post is going to stay true to your character. We're about to have fun at the Mediteranean together. Ready? Let's go, Max! 

Golden Retriever Pictures 

Here we are on a cruise boat. We're about to cross the world famous Corinth Canal.

The Isthmus joins the mainland of Greece with the Peloponnese Peninsula. It is made out of limestone and rises approximately 300 feet above sea level. For centuries, mariners had to go out of their way to go between the Gulf of Corinth and the Saronic Gulf. In the late 19th century the journeys shortened after the completion of the Corinth Canal. Every year thousands of hundreds of tourists come to admire. Max was here too. I can prove it!

Linguni is busy smelling for artifacts, Twinkie is doing a classic bunny pose, Frankie is being a brat, a bat a chiweenie, and you, Max, the happiest of golden retrievers, you're the gentleman you were meant to be. 

This wasn't an educational trip only. As usual, we had to make time for play. Before we left the friendly Mediterranean Sea, we had to have a blast. What should we do? What did you say, Max? Tubing? Your wish shall be fulfilled.

We put you in the middle so we can help you back up on the float, in case our driver's nutty; you never know with them Greeks. You can bet the lifeguard was taking a siesta though.

Voilà! 

Max Tour | Golden Retriever Pictures

are complete

Whenever you decide to take your bow, remember us, your forever furiends. We didn't exactly paint the town red for you, but we did paint our blogs in your honor. Heck, we're a mighty community: we painted the Internet for you. It's our way of letting the World know that MAX WAS HERE, because the we will never forget. 

Twinkie and The Gang

My Pug

My pug - my guy

I accept

For the really curious ones: MY BEAU, the gorgeous pug. And for those who are still curious and perhaps a bit dense: His blog.

Twink!