Ok, I know I’m cute.
Sometimes my sisters think they should dress me up like a little doll.
As if it weren’t traumatizing enough just getting the tree up!
I’m a little emotional today. Could be the holiday whatevers.
Or it could be the change in routine.
Exhausting. Going to bed.
Tis Christmas Eve eve
and all through the house
the grown-ups are snoring
and I hear a mouse.
There are packages and paper
all over the floor;
and I’m confused.
what to expect anymore?
My family seems happy….
they are eating a lot.
More people come over,
I wish it would stop.
I like my routine…..
I don’t like to share.
But I guess if I’m lucky some
I’ll get extra love & care.
A few special treats,
maybe they’ll hold me a bit more.
Oh well, Christmas only comes once
a year — Ruff-ruff for yours!
Merry Christmas, everybody!
I’m a little embarassed ….but I’m going to tell you about this, because you and your dog should know it’s a possibility. And when Mom and I were watching TV this morning, there was a story about dogs and periodontal disease. So, I thought I should tell you my experience.
About 5 years ago, when I was 7, I went to the Veterinarian to have my teeth cleaned. When I woke up, I didn’t have most of my teeth! The Vet said that he barely touched my teeth, and they just fell out. My parents were very upset, and of course I was too.
Now I have to have my food softened with water before I can eat it. And my tongue hangs out of my mouth a lot of the time. My mouth definitely doesn’t look as cute as it used to. The worst part — if I had to defend myself against a predator, I would not be able to! It’s very scary. Fortunately, my family keeps me safe and would never let anybody or anything hurt me if they could help it. I’m so glad they protect me.
So now you know my most embarassing feature. My mom learned how important regular dental check ups are for me and my sibling dog, Mazi……just like they are for people. If you have a dog in your family, we both want you to know it’s important.
Time for dinner now.
Things were different in my house today. Dad left the house early, and he was gone all day. He is usually home with me and Mazi. Mom was home most of the day, but she was busy. I wanted some attention from her, but she either had her computer on her lap or she was moving around the house doing stuff. So I stayed curled up in my blankets most of the day.
There were a lot of noises outside though! Mazi and I hate that! We both try to ask what’s going on, but we just get yelled at – I guess humans don’t like barking very much. But it’s the only way we have to communicate! “Be quiet,” or “it’s ok, lay down,” the folks say. The problem is, we have very sharp hearing, and we know there are things happening outside the house that might hurt our family and us. We are trying to protect our home. WHY DOESN”T ANYONE LISTEN TO US???
Anyway, I’m exhausted tonight. I usually am after a day of noisy activity in the neighborhood. I mean really, can’t the neighbors keep the noise down? It’s bad enough that the mailman comes to the house everyday – but this extra stuff is too much for me.
The picture I’m posting is of me finally getting some lap time with my Mom. It makes me feel so much better to sit on her lap and just know that she is here to comfort and love me. I know I have a big personality, but I’m still only 5 pounds. And although I’m a pretty mature dog, I still need my mom to let me know that everything is going to be alright.
I’m staying under the covers today. It is very cold. Mazi doesn’t seem to mind — but then again, she has a lot of fur. Not me. I’m more of a hot-deck-in-the-summertime dog.
You might get the idea that I liked Pogo more than I like Mazi. Well, maybe that’s true. Pogo and I were family for six years. I miss him, even though he was kind of smelly. He was just a little bigger than me — not a LOT bigger, like Mazi. And Pogo understood that I rule the house. Mazi understands that too, but she has a hard time showing the proper respect. She’s so big and, well young, that she gets excited sometimes and runs over me when we’re going outside. Or she jumps up against me while I’m laying on the couch. But that Pogo — he understood how to treat a Chihuahua Princess.
One day a couple of years ago, Pogo was playing in the house like he usually did. Then he just laid down and went to sleep, and didn’t wake up. My family was very upset. They cried a lot. I was very sad too, but I knew Pogo was not feeling very well for a long time. He didn’t jump up and down or chase toys like he had before. My family used to say his name fit him because he was like a “pogo stick” — whatever that is.
Pogo was my good friend and sometimes I think I still see or hear him around the house. A lot of people don’t know that dogs can love each other. Pogo was my brother and friend, and I miss him.
Oh, wow — I’m so tired today!
There was a BIG thunderstorm last night, and those make me really nervous. My big sister Mazi (I’ll tell you about her soon) kept barking and woke up the whole family. She really bugs me when she does that. Then I feel like I have to join her or else I’m not being a very good big sister dog. Sigh.
The worst part was having to wait until the big rainstorm stopped so I could go outside and to go potty. I thought my bladder was going to POP by the time the rain stopped! I could have gone out earlier, but I just HATE to get wet.
I’m staying under my covers today, and I hope Mazi will leave us all alone. I have GOT to catch up on my sleep!