Sunday, September 27, 2009

Play Time!

It took a lot of nagging to get Sparky to play with me, but it was worth it. We were in mom's office and Sparky was trying to get another nap in. In my opinion, he had slept enough. I growled and barked until he came down from the chair. Although he complains a lot about me on his blog, in reality he adores me, and will do pretty much whatever I ask of him. Once I got him on the floor, we went under mom's desk. She had to put her chair in reverse to accommodate us. Sparky ended up having a really good time! You're a good sport, Sparky!! *doggie kisses*
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Friday, September 25, 2009

The Pink Rattletrap

It seems my lovely humans have thought of yet another way to torment me and my chi brother, Sparky. We are now the proud owners of a doggie stroller. No, that was not a typo.

When I first saw the pink contraption I was delighted. Usually, pink things are fun toys just for me; however, I became apprehensive when they placed my favorite blankie inside of it and began using the word "outside". At that point, I instinctively knew that I was in for an evening of terror.

Here is daddy securing me into the rickety apparatus a few days ago. They know that I'm extremely uncomfortable being outside exposed to the elements -- I tend to freckle, you know. But mom assured me that I would be protected with the stroller hood. They raved about how fun this would be for me. I became overwhelmed with all the strange scents swirling around me and strange noises. I wasn't so sure.
Halfway through the walk, Sparky was unceremoniously placed next to me and we were zipped up like prisoners, peering through the black mesh. Sparky clawed at the screen and raised a little fuss, but mom said it was for his own good. Apparently, a mile is much too long for a robust, senior Chihuahua like Sparky. I lost a good 3/4 of my interior space because of him. Before that, I was actually starting to enjoy the scenery. Now I had to deal with his boorish behavior and malodorous breath. He was panting like crazy, so it was kind of hard to avoid.
Tonight, as the humans began gathering leashes, I immediately sensed danger and hid under the bed, refusing to come out. After several attempts to coax me from my safe place, they left, taking the pink gizmo with them. I chuckled, thinking of Sparky enduring another trip in that flimsy rattletrap. I rule! Bwaaahhhhaaahhhhaaa!!!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Walk of Shame

Sorry I've been MIA. Mom and dad went to Mexico and when they got back, mom began having something called "migraines". She's finally ready to help me blog and boy do I have something to report!

After talking with her vet friends, my mom took their reckless advice and brought home a doggie stroller for our walks. Apparently, one mile is way too long for a Chihuahua to waddle walk, much less a "senior" one. Hmph! The nerve.

Having no idea at first that this thing was for me, I started out walking with Chance like we normally do, thinking it was only Izzy who would endure the disgrace of being wheeled around the neighborhood. Next thing I knew, the humans stopped, took off my leash, and forced me into the degrading thing on wheels, zipping it up so I couldn't escape. I now had to view the world through black mesh, bumping along the sidewalk like an idiot, unable to mark my territory. You know how important that is to me, doggonit! I wanted to yell out "DOGNAPPED!" but instead of yelling I clawed at the screen, because you know, I can't form words. :/

I don't understand how Izzy has absolutely no pride. She actually seemed to enjoy being carted around in that pink contraption without caring a whit about how this looks to our social circle. And don't even get me started on the bright pink. Ick. Poo. Yuck. Can you say girly girl?
Here is daddy getting Izzy secured inside the humiliation vehicle. You can't really see me because I'm trying to get as far away from them as possible so that I won't be laughed at.
I think the look on my face tells you exactly how I felt.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Thank You!

Thanks to Lilibell of Chi's and the City for this pawsome award. It says: your blog is like a pearl, rare, delicate and charming.
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I'm so grateful. Many thanks also to Purple Hatter for creating this lovely award. High paws all around!

Thank You!

Thanks to Lilibell of Chi's and the City for this pawsome award. It says: your blog is like a pearl, rare, delicate and charming.
pearl_award_from_Buster
I'm so grateful. Many thanks also to Purple Hatter for creating this lovely award. High paws all around!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Tennis Balls

I wish I could catch one of these in my mouth like Chance does. For now, I'll have to settle for chewing.

Embarrassing

No, embarrassing doesn't begin to describe this photo. Extreme humiliation is more like it.