I’m not sure what’s going on around here, but things are different than they used to be. Mostly, it’s just the younger daughter and Dad who are here in the house. Mom comes to visit, and stays with us sometimes, but she isn’t here all the time. I haven’t seen Rachel very much either.
Mazi and I are keeping each other company. Maybe when the weather gets better there will be more people around again…..
This morning we did the thing I hate the most — my family took me and Mazi in the car to Mona’s, the Pet Groomer.
First of all, I don’t like to leave my house.
Second, I don’t like car rides.
Third, in the car Mazi and I share a very small space while Dad drives and Mom tries to keep us calm.
Mom sat in the back seat with Mazi and Dad held me while he drove (because I am so little). Mazi was very whiney. I knew there was something wrong with her, but they just weren’t understanding what she needed. They thought she was just nervous about the car ride. Mom kept saying “oh Mazi, you have the stinkiest farts!”, and Dad kept driving.
Finally, I wiggled out of Dad’s arms and got in the back seat and into Mom’s arms too, and smelled Mazi’s behind. I hoped they would understand….. Mazi needed to go outside and poop. But before we knew it, there she went! Right on the back seat! Oh, was it SMELLY!! Dad got the car to the side of the highway as quickly as he could, stopped the car and let Mazi out. Mom found a plastic grocery bag in the back seat and cleaned up the worst of Mazi’s mess, and then put napkins over the rest of it untill it dries. It’s too bad — Dad’s car is very nice, and has not had any big spills or stains before now.
After that, Mazi calmed down, and so did I. That is, until we got to Mona’s. We walked in the door of her store and there was a big scary dog there. And then, the dog was gone behind the counter. Very strange. The next thing I know, Dad is giving me to Mona, and I am behind the counter. It’s a scary place! There are other animals back there, and lots of messy fur lying around, and equipment that looks like it’s going to hurt me. Mona is pretty nice, but I prefer my family, and her store is a creepy place.
Thank goodness Mona clipped my toenails, gave me a quick bath & wrapped me in a towel and handed me right back to my Mom. I got to come home with my parents. Poor Mazi had to stay there. I hope she will come home again. If she doesn’t, I will really miss her. Even if she does make a smelly mess once in awhile.
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!
Something funny is going on.
Mom & Dad have been coming in the house with
bags full of things that are not food.
Yesterday, they gave me a new blankie.
It’s red and green and white striped’; it’s little, like me.
That means noone else will use it.
🙂 I like that.
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.