Wordless Wednesday

It's Not All Black & White

Arriba!

Well, it's here: our new blog! Mom said it was too much trouble to keep separate blogs, so here we are. Sparky demanded replacement of the pink, frilly template. I (Izzy) lost my very first battle already. We've been trying out some different ones to see what sticks. Kind of like trying on clothes, which I detest. If anyone knows of a template with jalapenos on it please point us in the right direction because that is what we'd really like. 'Cause we're two hot chihuahuas, ya know.

Nothing much else to report. As soon as we have any news, we'll report right back here.

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So tired

Mama got lost in a book and I drifted off to my happy place.

Red, Red Wine

I Refuse

You can't really tell from these photos, but I'm shivering my tail off; however, I refuse to wear that ghastly pink costume the humans keep threatening me with. If I even get a whiff of that hideous garment, I do what any self-respecting canine would do: run and hide!

Thankful

Thank you Coco for my award! You are the best!Award made by the talented Purple Hatter.

Flattery or Humiliation?

More degradation at the hands of the humans. I suppose it's a small price to pay for the cushy lifestyle I lead.

Tasteless

Can you believe this garish outfit my humans are insisting I wear? My mom became worried about my shivering and discovered this ghastly costume in a drawer. She bought it last year and it still had the store tags on it. I expressed my displeasure then and I certainly don't approve now. This loathsome garment is not befitting of a princess chihuahua like me. A hoodie? Puh-lease! Completely and utterly distasteful. I tried to close my eyes in an effort to block out the hideousness of it all, but when I opened them, the misshapen, repugnant garment was still there.

I was able to get one arm out, and I would have succeeded in escaping from the entire outfit if mom hadn't noticed. Dad was able to put my arm back in, but not before I nipped his finger but good. I wasn't a delicate little flower about it, either. It really hurt his finger so he knew I meant business. It cost me a treat later, but it was well worth it.

I hope this cold weather goes away soon because I cannot imagine the further humiliation I might be forced to endure because of it.

Christmas Greetings

Hello my canine amigos! I hope you all had a great Christmas season and were pawsomely blessed with lots of toys and treats. We didn't get anything....yet. My mom is going to personally take us to the pet store to pick out the gift of our dreams. Will keep you posted.
We had a ton of fun with our human family. By the end of the day, I was wiped out. That was really better than a new toy.

Christmas Laps

There were lots of laps to snuggle into and tons of food being consumed by the humans. Unfortunately, I barely got a crumb. But the laps and attention I received were pawsome! I hope all my furry friends had a great holiday.

Carbon Footprint?

Sparky dictated a blog post today about some claims that our Carbon Pawprint causes a danger to the earth. This is very upsetting news and mom is fighting mad. I don't really understand it all, but apparently, it takes a lot of farmland to raise the chickens and cows which end up in our dog food. Then we eliminate it later and supposedly cause another problem.

Well, excuse me for living.

Mom says not to worry. If the environmental whack jobs come for us they will be in for a big surprise. Not only will the humans risk life and limb for us, Sparky has pledged to protect us with his big, stinky teeth, so I feel pretty safe about the whole thing.

Besides, I'm a little bitty toot barely weighing in at 6 lbs, so I don't see how it's possible that I can do more damage than a SUV. Puh-lease!

My Carbon Pawprint

Okay, I think these environMENTALists have crossed the line. They are now saying that me and my canine amigos have a larger carbon footprint than a SUV. Are they kidding? I don't even have feet, I have paws, thank you very much. Besides, I don't even drive! How much damage can I really cause?

My mom is incensed about this whole matter. Besides the glaringly obvious error of using the term footprint, these "New Zealand researchers" claim that because I eat meat that goes into my dog food, that I should feel guilty for living because it takes too much farmland to feed me.

In my household we all try to be responsible about waste, but this is taking an issue way too far and then some. This must be that slippery slope mom always talks about. Before you know it we'll have to bottle our personal emissions (if you get my drift) in a jar and pay a tax on it. Sound ridiculous? At this point, nothing the government tries to tax would surprise us.

Look at this quote: "Any claims on the Earth's resources, whether it's having pets or having children, we need to think about. It doesn't necessarily mean getting rid of your pet now,” Lester Brown, president of the Earth Policy Institute, tells ABC.com.

What does he mean, NOW?! I hope Mr. Brown comes to our house because I will feel no remorse as I'm biting his ankles. If I could jump higher, I'd gladly bite something else. And those researchers...I'd really like to pass along my sentiments to them also. Hmph.

Just the Dip, Please

This is a public service announcement: I do not accept chips or crackers unless they have been dipped in sauce or cream cheese dip. I'm not picky on the dip — just dip it in something. Plain crackers are not palatable. You see, my taste buds have become more developed over the years thanks to all the human food sampling I've been *forced* to partake in. (tee hee)

You may now resume your regularly scheduled programming. Thank you.

Tonsillitis

This time of year does not agree with me. Still recovering from a ruptured disc, I developed tonsillitis last weekend. Not only did that mean another trip to see Dr. Fred in his house of horrors, I now have 2 foul-tasting medications added to my daily routine. I can't seem to catch a break.

Me and December started this nonsense last year when I was diagnosed with gastroenteritis. Shortly after that, I developed dermatitis. My problems seem to come in twos and end in "itis". These events usually occur in December and January, so hopefully I am done for a while.

Getting back to tonsillitis, did you know that too much plaque on your teeth can cause it? My mom and dad didn't even know dogs have tonsils, and my mom worked at a vet clinic for 6 years. Anyway, Dr. Fred scraped my teeth which caused me to become all un-ladylike, screeching like an undignified creature, not caring who heard me. He then suggested that I return in February (something about Pet Dental Health Month) to have a deep cleaning done. I hope the humans know that I am not interested in that, thank you very much. If they force me to go I will cause such a dramatic outburst, they'll wish we had all stayed home where we belong.

Frozen

My delicate chihuahua bones are frozen, and I'm not exaggerating. Just when my back was starting to feel better - kabam! - freezing cold air entered our atmosphere, chilling me to the bone. Because of this the humans try to dress me in ghastly clothing, even though I have voiced my displeasure on numerous occasions. My prefererence is to bury myself deep in the bedding and not come out until spring. Why won't this work? Bears do it.

Brrrrrr!

Cold, cold go away. Come again some other day! My chihuahua bones can't handle this. And the humans expect me to do my "business" outside. Hmph! Let's see how they fare when they have to walk outside in bare feet and stick their hineys out in this weather! I would LOVE to see that! Just once.

Ruptured

Yesterday, I was forced to see Dr. Fred, my nemesis. You see, sometime during the weekend I hurt myself and had trouble walking. Mama was frantic. Daddy was trying to force himself to believe it was nothing serious.

After talking to her vet tech friend, she and my mom determined that since I was still eating and drinking and there was no vomiting or diarrhea, it could probably wait until Monday.

My visit to Dr. Fred was like all the previous visits. Lots of prodding, poking, trimming, and teeth scaling. Oh, and the dreaded SHOT! My hiney hurt. Owie! Mom and dad were told that I have a Prolapsed Disc. I am on strict bed rest and not allowed to jump, run, or play. I must be carried out to the yard to do my business and carried back in.

I really feel like a princess now. As it should be. :)

Turmoil

Sparky sure has been on the warpath lately. The littlest thing sets him off.

Tonight, Chance had the audacity to jump on the couch to be next to mom. This caused Sparky to morph into patroldog extraordinaire. It was funny watching him pace up and down along the edge of the couch, growling. All he needed was a uniform and a holster. Oh, and a badge.

Chance is a lovely, docile boy. It pains me to see him mistreated by the Sparkman. I don't understand why Sparky dislikes him so. Perhaps he's jealous. I mean look at Chance's lovely fur and doe-like face. Best of all, he doesn't smell bad like some dogs I know. :/

Mad

I'm a little perturbed at mama. While I was parked in front of the kitchen stove waiting for more scraps, Chance got the bright idea to jump on the couch to be next to mama. This NEVER happens. Never. No telling how long he was there, selfishly gobbling up all her attention.

As soon as I got wind of what was going on, I raced back to the living room and tried to bully him off. Well, mama was having none of that. She fussed at me and pushed me away! I couldn't believe the obvious act of treason happening right before my very eyes.

Finally, Chance jumped down and I snuggled back into mama's lap thinking all was well in my world again. But he still acted like he wanted back on the couch. This caused me to go into patrol mode, walking up and down along the edge, growling. He was clearly testing my authority. Mama told me that if I was going to misbehave like that I should go elsewhere. Misbehave? Um, it's called protecting your territory. She doesn't understand anything.

Then she said, "I'm the boss, Sparky; not you."

Hmph! When the heck did that happen?